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By Jennifer Date: 2002 Apr 17 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.17.21.22.17922]] |
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Standing below, gazing upon your window. I watch your silhouette, and remember back to the day we first met. It was on this same street, only it was back a few feet. We both smiled but no words were said and as you passed you nodded your head. Your eyes were so kind, a picture of your face was burned in my mind. I yearn to taste your lips, and to feel the shape of your hips I long to touch your tanned skin, to have such thoughts are a sin. What would you think to know I wonder so, and wonder these thoughts out from your window, just below. |