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Nov 2010
With my hand on her thighs
I listen to her sighs
I listen close
And hear her whisper
Whisper a word
That means more in this whisper
Than if it was loudly heard
A tight grip on my hand
She has a hold
As true beauty is about to unfold
Pressed against her thighs
I listen to her sighs
I listen as two hearts
Beat in unison
To each other we are bound
She listens to my sounds
As I whisper it too
I love you
Ryan King
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