His eyes penetrate my soul even through that matte paper and it's as if the photographer has captured the essence of really knowing.
The simple drawn expression of his relaxed lips flirts with a smile and I can only wish to part them with my own.
I can only dream of his soft, strong touch, the way his hands would play melodies over my skin. Chilling me to the bone and lighting me on fire all at once.
I crave....
I got a funny feeling we missed a page or two somehow Ohh-ohhhh, Cinderella, maybe you could help us out Does the shoe fit you now
Through the years and the kids and the jobs
Hey hey, Cinderella, what's the story all about
We're older but no more the wise -- suzy bogguss -- |
Crave I stare at his picture and it's haunting how he looks so deeply into me. His eyes penetrate my soul even through that matte paper and it's as if the photographer has captured the essence of really knowing. The simple drawn expression of his relaxed lips flirts with a smile and I can only wish to part them with my own. I can only dream of his soft, strong touch, the way his hands would play melodies over my skin. Chilling me to the bone and lighting me on fire all at once. I crave....
Brief - 2007-07-05
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