The smell that pulls me in,
And holds me closer,
To that familiar place,
And comfort.
Is it his scent that pulls me in,
Or his arms that holds me closer,
To that familiar scent,
And pheromones.
The smell that pulls me in for more,
And holds me closer to him,
To that familiar feeling,
And sensation.
Is it his scent that pulls me in for more,
Or my desire to be held closer,
To long for that familiar happiness,
And pleasure.
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 3:26 AM UTC
The smell that pulls me in,
And holds me closer,
To that familiar place,
And comfort.
Is it his scent that pulls me in,
Or his arms that holds me closer,
To that familiar scent,
And pheromones.
The smell that pulls me in for more,
And holds me closer to him,
To that familiar feeling,
And sensation.
Is it his scent that pulls me in for more,
Or my desire to be held closer,
To long for that familiar happiness,
And pleasure.
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