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If I had it my way, I would kiss your lips every morning. If I had it my way, we'd worship each other's bodies every night. If I had it my way, you would never doubt my love and I would never doubt yours. If I had it my way, we'd be apart only long enough to miss each other. Then we'd run into each other's arms upon meeting again. If I had it my way, the world would know how much I love you. I would declare it with every word and every breath from my lips. If I had it my way, we'd spend at least one day a week Lying in a naked embrace, kissing and fondling All day. Only getting out of bed long enough for necessities, Then entwining ourselves in love once again. If I had it my way, the words that flowed from me Would always be poetry. That way you could always see All the beautiful things you mean to me. But I cannot have it my way. And my words are fumbled and floundered at best. And sometimes I doubt your love, And we never stay in bed all day. And I could never tell them how much I love you. Our love is too different. Our love is too strange. But still... With every word, and every breath that leaves my lips... They always say... I love you. You are magical. You... You are everything.
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Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC
My Way
If I had it my way, I would kiss your lips every morning. If I had it my way, we'd worship each other's bodies every night. If I had it my way, you would never doubt my love and I would never doubt yours. If I had it my way, we'd be apart only long enough to miss each other. Then we'd run into each other's arms upon meeting again. If I had it my way, the world would know how much I love you. I would declare it with every word and every breath from my lips. If I had it my way, we'd spend at least one day a week Lying in a naked embrace, kissing and fondling All day. Only getting out of bed long enough for necessities, Then entwining ourselves in love once again. If I had it my way, the words that flowed from me Would always be poetry. That way you could always see All the beautiful things you mean to me. But I cannot have it my way. And my words are fumbled and floundered at best. And sometimes I doubt your love, And we never stay in bed all day. And I could never tell them how much I love you. Our love is too different. Our love is too strange. But still... With every word, and every breath that leaves my lips... They always say... I love you. You are magical. You... You are everything.
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Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC
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