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By wistful Date: 2004 Nov 02 Comment on this Work [[2004.11.02.22.24.31558]] |
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You hold me as close as you possibly can While locking your elbows to secure your space Ah, but my arms are longer than yours So I can brush your temple with my fingertips And feel the shiver of your response And feel the heat rise from your face As it flushes and chills with this distant embrace At some point, you know, you'll have to decide You cannot hold this pose forever Will you unlock your arms, and let me near? Or will you release your grasp and let me go? And in which direction will I run? You never know. It could be fun... |