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His voice so soft, his stare is controlling My head's way up in space, he has my eyes rolling They are so far back in the pit of my head So I can picture him holding me closely instead As I sit, his arms embrace my touch When I fall for him, he'll be there as my crutch I listen to his heartbeat, racing in the dark We lay under the moon, just counting the stars I twine my fingers into his nicely We both get lost under the whoosh of the night sea In one another's stare, hearts pulsing and burning Getting closer each moment to what my lips are yearning He reaches slightly forward, wipes the bang from my cheek Through the pushed strand, he makes it so I cannot speak We melt as one, as he kisses me, my head's in mars He holds me tight, forever, as we lay and count the stars.
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Jun 8, 2010
Jun 8, 2010 at 6:03 PM UTC
Count The Stars
His voice so soft, his stare is controlling My head's way up in space, he has my eyes rolling They are so far back in the pit of my head So I can picture him holding me closely instead As I sit, his arms embrace my touch When I fall for him, he'll be there as my crutch I listen to his heartbeat, racing in the dark We lay under the moon, just counting the stars I twine my fingers into his nicely We both get lost under the whoosh of the night sea In one another's stare, hearts pulsing and burning Getting closer each moment to what my lips are yearning He reaches slightly forward, wipes the bang from my cheek Through the pushed strand, he makes it so I cannot speak We melt as one, as he kisses me, my head's in mars He holds me tight, forever, as we lay and count the stars.
Inspired By Tyler Keech
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Jun 8, 2010
Jun 8, 2010 at 6:03 PM UTC
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