. . . touch your lips just so I know
In your eyes, love, it glows so
I'm bare-boned and crazy for you
When you come crash
into me, baby
And I come into you
In a boys dream . . .... I want it to be windy and I want the house to be covered in white tea lights. Not just a few but hundreds of them. I want red and pink rose petals to liter a pathway.
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