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Aug 2013
He's so tall that I have to decide where my hands are gonna sit when we stand
Do I  hold his waist or stretch toput them around his neck?
And when we kiss I have to stand on my toes so long that my calves hate me for it.
I feel so small.
He's my gentle giant, like my teddy bear after an overdose on steroids.
Strong but sweet and his skin oh so soft.
Alexandria Rae Mason
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