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I'm not old to love, but I'm not new to it either And girl, The things you do to me. When your arms are around me I feel a warmth in my core like drinking hot tea too fast. Oh the way you squeeze me, Tease me, Finally appease me When I feel your hand ease into mine. Girl you said you've got **** But if you think I can't carry it You don't know **** about me. I'm not in love with your past. I don't want to hold you for your exes, I don't want to kiss your lips for a lingering taste of tobacco I want you You, being your skin, your hair, your legs and arms and center The buoyancy of your laugh, The clarity of your smile, Your ability be happy In a world that does these things to you. Oh but girl the way you wear me, Tear me, Take your time and share me Makes me want to scream-- but I feel it from my head to my toes, even if it doesn't have a name, even if I'm not allowed to name it, It follows me out the door every morning It puts me to sleep every night And somehow something so bizarre has never felt so right.
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Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 10:17 PM UTC
The Things You Do to Me
I'm not old to love, but I'm not new to it either And girl, The things you do to me. When your arms are around me I feel a warmth in my core like drinking hot tea too fast. Oh the way you squeeze me, Tease me, Finally appease me When I feel your hand ease into mine. Girl you said you've got **** But if you think I can't carry it You don't know **** about me. I'm not in love with your past. I don't want to hold you for your exes, I don't want to kiss your lips for a lingering taste of tobacco I want you You, being your skin, your hair, your legs and arms and center The buoyancy of your laugh, The clarity of your smile, Your ability be happy In a world that does these things to you. Oh but girl the way you wear me, Tear me, Take your time and share me Makes me want to scream-- but I feel it from my head to my toes, even if it doesn't have a name, even if I'm not allowed to name it, It follows me out the door every morning It puts me to sleep every night And somehow something so bizarre has never felt so right.
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Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 10:17 PM UTC
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