Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Mushy soup;

I just want to nestle in your arms, and rub my face on your stubble, and kiss it too.
In fact, there's a lot I want to do.
But mostly, just lie and do nothing with you.

I want to hold your hand as I fill my head with jargon from a book.

Oh, when I get my hands on you.

You know what I want to do.

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