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May 2014
Hand brushes through blonde locks
I lose touch with the clock

A victim how long
Body language your siren song

Liquid blue eyes burnt into my soul
Pools drowning me deeper in you

Smiling sweetly
The way only you do
I am further disarmed

Senses raw and walls crumblin
I can't stand how badly I want you
You send my thoughtsΒ Β tumblin
Wishing all these feelings were untrue

Fear of losing myself to your touch
Evaporates as I see your face
Like a little boy with a crush
Jonathan B Wilson
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Jonathan B Wilson  29/M/765, IN
(29/M/765, IN)   
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