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Sweet nothings whispered in my ear
Are nothing more than air
And declarations of devotion
Feel just like a prayer
Words
Won’t get me there
Don’t
Get on your knees for me
Your touch can tease, can please, so please
Give me a love that’s bold
And take me,
break me, make me love
With passion uncontrolled.
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, FB Goes Old School
