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May 2014
Lust like jelly inside
Wibble wobble when we touch
When your hand brushes mine
A lost feeling
One I can't decide
Losing myself
But not so refined
Myself plus more
Contentment when with you
When we're entwined

But for fear of disapointment
Too much too soon
Someone only just knew
Yet feels right
Enough now for me
This the same for you?
Let us brew
Let us wait this jelly
And see what can be grew

March 14th 2014
Written by
Macstoire  Out of a backpack
(Out of a backpack)   
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