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Oct 2014
I'm not myself when you're around
I sink back into old habits
You make me giggle like a teen
And I stutter and blush when I hear your name
Your voice sends shivers down my spine
Your hazel eyes like forest pools
Tiled with the falling leaves
Make my blood rush to my head
Your soft full lips were made to be pressed
Against mine with bruising strength
Your strong arms to crush me to you
In a hearted embrace
And I was made to live for you
My hair to curtain your face as we kiss
My nails to dig into your back
My yellowish eyes to hypnotize you
Into not feeling quite like yourself
*Le sigh* ain't love grand?
Tina Marie
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Tina Marie  40/Cisgender Female/Sweet Home Alabama
(40/Cisgender Female/Sweet Home Alabama)   
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