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Dear Pale Boy, I’ll sit beside you In the rushing tide A foamy white and blue Feet in the sand Stormy grey sky Holding your hand While you ask me why Someone like you Could ever be loved I’ll respond with a kiss And a gentle touch Your goose down hair Soft and white Twirled between my fingers While you hold on tight Pale smooth hands And rose dusted cheeks Swaying palm leaves Distant mountain peaks Rain drops on your nose Your jacket keeps us warm Waiting for grey clouds to pass I’ll hold you in the storm
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Mar 4, 2021
Mar 4, 2021 at 12:34 PM UTC
Pale Boy
Dear Pale Boy, I’ll sit beside you In the rushing tide A foamy white and blue Feet in the sand Stormy grey sky Holding your hand While you ask me why Someone like you Could ever be loved I’ll respond with a kiss And a gentle touch Your goose down hair Soft and white Twirled between my fingers While you hold on tight Pale smooth hands And rose dusted cheeks Swaying palm leaves Distant mountain peaks Rain drops on your nose Your jacket keeps us warm Waiting for grey clouds to pass I’ll hold you in the storm
#storm#rain#beach#cuddle#love#romantic
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Mar 4, 2021
Mar 4, 2021 at 12:34 PM UTC
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