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| | Something in the Way |
| created @ 10/14/2013 11:56 am |
| mum expired. [FRIENDS] |
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Pimp Me Out Please and Kill my Buzz for Level 25...I will return a favor...Meanwhile~~~~
Dear Jennifer,
There is no easy way to tell you, but here goes anyhow...I am finding that the more I think of you and you're not here, the more I feel a sense of extreme loss and want, I am just plain intrigued and hopelessly in love with you! I need to see your beautiful face next to me when I wake up in the morning, feel you in my arms when we are together at night, I dream of kissing and touching you, stroking your hair and tasting your lips like I never thought possible. I lust for your smiling eyes, I would kill for a moment of your private attention, strangle the Pope for one last look in your direction as they lead me off to the Gallows pole. Will you come see me? I will try to contain myself better, and act like a gentleman for you, which can't be very tough as I am already a gentleman, I want you forever by my side, taking all this life has to offer us, Growing old and white-haired looking out our back window into the garden where we pull weeds from the tomato plants as the sun sinks warm and red into the ocean, the last light glancing off the peak of the mountains as we go in to dinner, and a glass of wine, then to bed to hold each other in love and mesmerizing kisses until sleep claims us to its tranquil rest...to wake up next to you is my fondest wish, touching your face and stroking your hair in the morning sunshine while we sip our coffee on the front deck and watch the world awake...the way life is supposed to be for us...
Reminds me of Pink Floyd calling, only the name has changed to Bravo Alpha from Karachi Calling...are we reaching????
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