He wanted her.
He wanted to reach out and hold her.
He wanted to stare deep into her eyes.
He wanted to make her his own.
He wanted her.
He wanted to watch her sleep.
He wanted to know her.
He wanted to be the one she loved.
He wanted her.
I think he forgot he was here...
..lying next to me.
Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 2:48 AM UTC
He wanted her.
He wanted to reach out and hold her.
He wanted to stare deep into her eyes.
He wanted to make her his own.
He wanted her.
He wanted to watch her sleep.
He wanted to know her.
He wanted to be the one she loved.
He wanted her.
I think he forgot he was here...
..lying next to me.
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