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I ache to trace the scars you've hid so well beneath your skin    To feast on the nightmares that plague your sleep Let my hunger satiate deprivation        So that you may get an honest nights rest    and tell me all about the good dreams you had I want to know all the curves to your body          and what makes them come alive So that on days you're feeling dead        I can help bring you back to life Let me entwine my fingers into the curled strands of your hair        And tangle them there for as long as you let me Oh please let me do it for a long time       I want to know you without borders Long           intimate                           conversations      over coffee and books we have read          Books we want to read      Books that weren't worth reading             Books the other should read And more coffee Always more coffee so we can stay awake For every moment that we share without borders I want to sit with you in silence,                  .             .             . Look over and see you smiling with the pout of your lips                    Like your dangerous         And I'm asking for it I'll always be asking for it Without borders I would lean across the world Just to hear your laughter            And hold your hand in mine               If only to feel your touch                             Just once       *Watch the sun saunter off into the horizon       And the stars begin to shine       As the moon lights up the sky       In a world without borders       I could be yours       And you could be mine*
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Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
Without Borders
I ache to trace the scars you've hid so well beneath your skin    To feast on the nightmares that plague your sleep Let my hunger satiate deprivation        So that you may get an honest nights rest    and tell me all about the good dreams you had I want to know all the curves to your body          and what makes them come alive So that on days you're feeling dead        I can help bring you back to life Let me entwine my fingers into the curled strands of your hair        And tangle them there for as long as you let me Oh please let me do it for a long time       I want to know you without borders Long           intimate                           conversations      over coffee and books we have read          Books we want to read      Books that weren't worth reading             Books the other should read And more coffee Always more coffee so we can stay awake For every moment that we share without borders I want to sit with you in silence,                  .             .             . Look over and see you smiling with the pout of your lips                    Like your dangerous         And I'm asking for it I'll always be asking for it Without borders I would lean across the world Just to hear your laughter            And hold your hand in mine               If only to feel your touch                             Just once       *Watch the sun saunter off into the horizon       And the stars begin to shine       As the moon lights up the sky       In a world without borders       I could be yours       And you could be mine*
TonguesOfOthers
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Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
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