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An average college dorm bed creaks as I am pulled against your warm body with your hands caressing the crease my hip bones. Our pulses are almost in sync but as usual I am a bit more nervous. I roll over and see what I have been waiting for, perfection. I need to call the doctors because a smile like that could cure cancer. If the Earth could stop spinning now would be that time. Safe and wanted, what unfamiliar feelings churn in my stomach. Just as I begin to feel like I am going to loose my lunch. I am embraced by your arms and you look me into the eyes and say, the three words, eight letters I never expected to hear. My nausea dissolves and I kiss those lips because I can't find any words perfect enough to match yours That would be ideal, but it's hard to roll over and feel that perfection when we are 182 miles apart.
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC
Perfection.
An average college dorm bed creaks as I am pulled against your warm body with your hands caressing the crease my hip bones. Our pulses are almost in sync but as usual I am a bit more nervous. I roll over and see what I have been waiting for, perfection. I need to call the doctors because a smile like that could cure cancer. If the Earth could stop spinning now would be that time. Safe and wanted, what unfamiliar feelings churn in my stomach. Just as I begin to feel like I am going to loose my lunch. I am embraced by your arms and you look me into the eyes and say, the three words, eight letters I never expected to hear. My nausea dissolves and I kiss those lips because I can't find any words perfect enough to match yours That would be ideal, but it's hard to roll over and feel that perfection when we are 182 miles apart.
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC
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