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Young Love

When I think of you, I still remember the first time you said that you loved me

You held me timidly in the kitchen of my tiny underground apartment,

We were both drunk and it was awesome,

You took another gulp of your beer to calm the nerves gittering in your throat

But I didn't notice, because I was in my own heaven laying my head into your chest

I'd been dressed in ****** lingerie and I think at one point you snapped my thong.

You told me you had something to say and I looked into your eyes just happy to be there.

In a quiet voice you uttered, I think I'm falling in love with you.

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Oct 24, 2013
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