my heart its defective.
the doctor he told me so.
its a regressive thing.
i want hands skin and bones.
click flash blink.
i want a cut and paste companion
some one i can shape and mold.
every pirate needs their parrot.

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we dont talk.
we dont touch.
fleeting looks.
and reminicent messages.
you siad in a years time id lose that spark.
its been close to 2.
and i still cant seem to purge these butterflies.

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as tight as that latex that hugs your pride and joy.
itsy bitsy lace touches.
tear down the denim.
skim over dips and rises.
and you want me to believe that you care?
please.
things just dont work that way anymore.
its all thought and no heart
keep touching.
we all need a little indulgement from time to time.
its hardly sleazy to give and receive.

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i felt those butterflies.
my breath quickened, and heart shuddered.
a school boy crush....
he still is.
and he knows it.
lunch in the sun.
berry picking and favorite people.
it brought back smiles and laughter.
it was tempting to end such a day with lips along with that embrace.
though i wasnt sure what that concoction would bring....
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im going.
im going back in time
to where my hair flowed
and thighs never touched.
this time its different.
i know the how to weave and bend.
how to avoid all the silly cliches.
ill hide my heart in the cookie jar.
walk with loose hips.
no one will know who i am.
ill speak fluently in a foriegn tongue.
Clous et perles. La séduction est clée.