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Apr 2016
I want to be the kind of
******* your mind
when you sing in the shower
and your voice goes soft
thinking about my skin.

When you close your eyes,
your mind hazy with desire;
I want to be the one
on the tip of your tongue.
© Nicola-Isobel H.      19.04.2016
Isobel G
Written by
Isobel G  28/F/Australia
(28/F/Australia)   
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