What's up with that?
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Posted:Apr 13, 2009 9:11 pm
Last Updated:May 7, 2011 7:17 pm
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In a recent post I ragged on my neighbors,
after thoughts on yard work....
{" I would have raked the yard but I have no rake"}
well he and his brother lived there for two months,
then suddenly moved in the middle of the night,
and left owing the land lady.
Then she asked me while, I was paying my rent, If I would,
cut the grass and rake on the other side,and work on the
flower box on that side,{3' X 5' box which is empty, but for the weeds} to better the curb appeal.
Well I knew, I would be stuck with these jobs,and really I don't mind it as, I am still laied off from work,
but I told her, I would if she would put in the next tenant's lease that they will be responsible for their own yard work.
She just laughed,and made some joke about if I can keep the next one from breaking the lease, will be good enough for me, and besides you do such a good job at it.
well we'll see if she is still laughing when I hand her a bill the next time I pay rent.
  
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The pit
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Posted:Apr 13, 2009 8:36 pm
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2024 10:58 pm
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Cast before swine, in a peppermint haze,
Screaming from orgasms choking in waves,
In throes of chaos, unity spills,
Washing its tongue over all our ills,
In drops of sweat reality pours,
Reaching its broom to beat it some more,
In all reasons, though it may be,
Bleeding is such, so take that from me,
Wings in fire, baptized in time,
Whored by temptation, grinding this swine,
Those pearls of wisdom throb ever tight,
Thrusting its disaster against the night,
Rivers cream all that commands,
Gasping and shrieking from hallowed hands,
Be it Asian, American or more,
Such curves are the answer, so question galore.
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Seduction
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Posted:Apr 12, 2009 3:03 am
Last Updated:Feb 7, 2010 12:20 am
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Standing close, looking into eyes that reflect pure joy
Bodies touching softly as hands move with velvet touch
Desire heightens as nipples press lightly to his chest
Hearts become as jungle drums driving warriors before them.
So gently he takes her head in his hands, draws her nearer
His mouth brushes her pouting full lips momentarily
Then finds her beautiful neck, up higher, so near her ear.
Words of passion breathe from his mouth as her body stiffens
His face nuzzles into the nape of her neck and gathers her hair
Silken strands of gold envelope his face and her perfume fills his senses
He longs to find her garden, but knows she is worthy of all his attentions
His soft kind hands run up her back, making her moan with the pleasure
Slowly he returns to her mouth, taking her lips fully with his,
The merest touch of tongues sends shimmering waves down, down
Deep within her the drums rhythm increases, as he soothes her
With hands that slide over satin curves and buttocks like silk.
Her knees yield as he lays her onto the satin sheets so white
His mouth is now exploring down past her chin onto her neck
Then on down, pausing at the navel to enjoy the warmth
Such softness causes his body to ache with desire for her
An orchid so pure so pink so sweet, as his lips find nectar
Among the delicate petals now swollen with a new song
The beating of distant drums drives blood through him
And electrifies his being into one desire, one purpose now
He is breathing her, tasting her, feeling her rhythm on him
Slowly she arches pushing herself into him, Soon baby soon
He sees her eyes beckoning, his hands reach out to her face
Her nectar now flowing and shining on his tummy as he kisses her
Their mouths struggle to gain breathe as the drum beats quicken
She so longs to feel his entry, longs to be completed and united
Knowing her time is ready he softly, slowly enters her garden
His desire almost exploding between them, yet he longs to be closer
Close enough to feel hearts touch and souls unite with passion.
She begins to respond to his gentleness, as never with any other
Drums beating louder as she pleads for him to follow their pace
Waves of colour as ripples on a pond consume her body
He slows to keep the moment, sending fresh ripples to every extremity
She has lost control of all her desires, passion knows no boundaries
The ache deep below has almost become a moment of wonderful pain
And yet she craves him, and feels herself pulling him in so close..so close
Then with an unmatched intensity their bodies are swept into the vortex
The music of love and passion, flowing from them as morning dew
As her mouth opens with uncontrollable expectation and moan of desire
His whole body swept up in that glorious moment of orgasm with hers
His lips press upon hers, firmly bonded by passions flow within
Flowers burst open and shower their pollen upon delicate petals
He gently tastes and sweeps beads of dew from her brow with his lips
His fingertips run over and over and around her soft palpitating curves
The rhythm slows as she allows her body to float on white satin
Love as never before fills the moment as they lay there in afterglow
Bodies now glistening with loves expiration lie limp and warm
Tears flow from their eyes as they gaze upon such love and beauty
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Awakened
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Posted:Apr 3, 2009 1:57 am
Last Updated:Feb 17, 2010 7:32 am
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Awakened to an euphoric touch
I awoke flush in the heat of the night
I lay bare to your wonderment
Your breath fell lightly across my flesh
A touch, a breath, and a kiss
Each artful stroke caress my soul
The first rush of lust, the tingle of pleasure
Raw emotions and sensual sensation
From my lips, in a whisper come these words
Feel my body, learn my ways
A fair whisper caressed our shadows
Love’s gentle breeze lingers on sultry bodies
Torrent of passion poured from our loins,
Warm and salty desires deeply burning
Quiver, my lover, as I enfold myself around you
My tongue wanders on your skin
Flesh so soft against my hungry mouth
As trembling fingers taste your excitement
Lips glimmer underneath moaned screams of ecstasy
fingers slide into swelling pleasure
kisses slowly down silky smooth curve
Sucking on the engorged, gorgeous clitoris
Moist, wet and yielding to my devotions
Then you straddle for slow penetration,
Your urgency could be felt so I thrust inside
Bodies merge, mesh on loves rhythm
Your hips thrust harder, setting the pace
My body stroked up meeting yours
Each rise and fall a hypnotic cadence
Our moaning a vigorous luscious sound
Hips rocking moving fast, face to face
Eyes locked, breathless dissolving into each other
Up on top you grind on my body
your rolling lips meeting my thrusting hips
Crying out cum my darling ride raptures wave
My loins burst within your wet pink folds
Breathing together centering pushing deeper
Reaching for metrical final blissful orgasm
I lay beneath you in the afterglow of love
Your warm wetness fitting me like a velvet glove
Our Lips meet in tender passionate kisses
Our joining touched each other’s souls
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Dusk
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Posted:Apr 3, 2009 1:30 am
Last Updated:Feb 14, 2010 9:49 pm
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A little breeze made me shiver
your chosen words
all a-quiver
in my chest.
Hateful breeze that once caressed
your cheek,
or fondled you hair
so fair.
Fair that it should be
here,
and you my love
over there?
Gentle breeze,
I beg your pardon
linger in her dusky garden.
Whispering
about her lips,
and how it felt to caress,
the thing that I can not posses
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Board
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Posted:Mar 28, 2009 4:48 am
Last Updated:Apr 10, 2009 12:22 pm
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Well, I'm starting the second month of being laid off,
and it's proving to be real boring getting down to the bottom of my job jar, so I started to work on the yard a bit, I live in a duplex and have been here for 10 years, have seen a lot of neighbors come and go,but it seems every one who moves in next door,never have any yard tools, and as I have learned, these
things you should never loan out...means I do the yard work for both houses.
The new neighbor mentioned he was going to rake, but he didn't as..he has no rake.
now does this mean he would like to use my rake, or was he just glad I was doing it. I think the latter.
I dont mind doing it as it is a small sort of yard,but it just boggles the mind, that so few people purchase these items,it's like they have never lived in a home that has a yard,which may be the case, but when after I finished the yard work,my new neighbor comes home with a brand new gas grill,(and no rake).
I can see where I'll be playing Mr. Green Jeans all summer.
and I'll bet I wont be getting any grilled burgers either.
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Loves rapture
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Posted:Mar 9, 2009 10:21 pm
Last Updated:Mar 30, 2009 4:38 pm
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When night falls into enticing quiet
Our parted lips meet desire’s embrace
Hearts racing at moonrise after night falls
Darkness has settled; our bodies intertwined
Tender time of loving in our pleasure room
Parted for many days; we have dreams to live
Our senses reeling demand pleasures promises
Fingers amorously filled with carnivorous desire
Massaging fragrant oils upon your breasts
Your nipples swelling getting hard and inviting
Trailing kisses down your delicate neck
Taking one nipple in my mouth very gently,
My tongue flicking lapping and sucking slowly,
Thirsting hungrily filling my mouth,
Tasting rosy nipples rolling each around.
My lips travel down your body kissing,
Dwelling worshipping on the curve of your hips.
My mouth finds the sweet triangle of love,
Arousing you further as hips arch in frenzy.
You roll your legs up as I rise up on knees,
Sliding in slowly, into slick velvet grip.
Hands on my back pulling me closer.
Forcing me to push and thrust deeper
Muscles contracting swift rise and fall
Loins joined in rhythmic pleasure
Uncontrollable thrusts of passion
I shudder inside you, bringing our bodies together
Climaxing intensely with the final thrust
Still inside you as our lips meet gently
Lingering on the tender beating of your heart
Our breath slows drifting in loves rapture
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Come home
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Posted:Mar 9, 2009 9:10 pm
Last Updated:Mar 9, 2009 10:23 pm
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Authors note...
I was looking thrugh some of my
old writings and found this one,
I can't rememer when I wrote it,
but I know I was young, dumb
and in love,with a girl who
lived in Pittsburg, as there were
many others in the same file
that delt with the same subject.
I think she married a doctor,
oh well, I hope you enjoy it....
I lay back and close my eyes,
Picturing you, my temperature rises.
All i have is the sound of your voice,
In bed alone I have no choice.
When will you be here by my side,
When both of our bodies finally collide.
I picture you down on your knees,
Slowly licking, sucking, you tease.
My hands start to roam as I picture this,
Eyes closed the sounds I cant miss.
Softly as you taste me,
A wild look in your eyes i see.
The softness of your skin as your hands gently glide,
Across my stomach and down my thighs.
Your voice is driving me wild,
Passion forming, vivid and mild.
Your soft moans,
The further my hands roam.
The sound of you breathing is driving me insane,
Moaning loud together this is no game.
For when its time, we whisper I love you,
My body shakes, i cum you cum to.
Eyes closed , with you on the phone,
Honey, my love, when will you come home.
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The lake
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Posted:Mar 6, 2009 2:14 am
Last Updated:Apr 3, 2009 8:34 pm
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The lightening
The Jolt
Sent through my soul
That starts as a shiver
Begins as a glow
The warmth that tickles
The length of my spine
Gives me such pleasure
This lover of mine
From deep within the heat
From my fire
Mine own libido
Grows firm with desire
The infinite place
Of the navel and behind
Wave after wave
As the lake at high tide
Thieving the sandcastles there built
Returning engulfed to the hilt
Gathering this rumbling
Twisting
Foaming
Wave
A wall of blue water
Foaming
Twisting
Rumbling
Away
My polar of masculinity
Dare we reach our own divinity
We explore
taste and feel
This sugar and spice
A butterfly’s kiss
We forever entice
The Waves
The Water
Of High Tide
A sensuous flood
The Full Moon
The Stars
Are the cause from above
The effect
Ti's the lake
My Love
And Me
As One
We come to be
Balanced in perfect Harmony
Whispering the Songs
Singing the sounds
The lake
My Love
And Me
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Winter (A short story)
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Posted:Mar 2, 2009 8:42 pm
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2024 10:58 pm
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The long, cold, windy, gray, sniffle-inducing winter trudged onward. Punxsutawney Phil had predicted another six weeks of winter, yet these six weeks seemed to be dragging onward. As she forced her feet through the snow on the unshoveled and unsalted sidewalks, as her breath was blown by the icy wind passing before her face, she shifted the backpack on her shoulder, wishing that she had chosen a different major just so that she was not carrying so many heavy books to and from campus each day.
Passing the small park at the center of the student neighborhood, she saw a few young teenagers building a snowman. At least that was appropriate for the weather, and there was definitely plenty of snow to be used in building a snowman ‒ or a snow fort, as some older teenagers were doing on the far side of the block-sized park.
She thought of the snowman again, and returned her attention to the first group to watch as they lifted the large snowball which would form the snowman's head. It reminded her of that morning, when she had passed by the Humanities building on campus and laughed that someone ‒ apparently during the night ‒ had made an anatomically-correct snowman. Even stranger, the socially-unacceptable snowman was still there that afternoon, still standing just off the sidewalk near the front door of the building, so apparently the campus police thought it was amusing as well.
But then she sneezed. With a sigh, she hurried back to her apartment as quickly as she dared on the unsalted and unshoveled sidewalks.
*****
Despite the cold winter winds icing the sleepy suburb, she was completely nude as she slipped underneath the covers. She had long preferred sleeping in the nude, and had done so almost every night since moving from the dorms to the apartment complex ‒ the only exceptions were during her period and during her little sister's visit around Halloween.
From the laptop in the living room, music softly reached her ears, as usual. She turned off the bedside lamp and, feeling a little frisky that night, she began to fondle herself. She thought of her former roommate's touches and tried to emulate them as best as she could, but there was no way that she could mimic the Spaniard's alluring accent while whispering naughty thoughts into her ear. She thought of Ben and his large hands, but she could not fit as much of each breast into her small palms. As the soft music became interspersed with the sounds of a woman having sex, she thought of Trey and his incredible girth, remembering how he had stretched her throughout their ungentle entanglement in the living room of the frat house while friends and strangers alike sottishly cheered their performance.
Without the cover of the din of a drunken crowd in a small space, she tried to keep quiet, but the memories of the weekend's wild party tipped her over the edge and set her voice free. As her chest heaved in the dark, as the reality of what had just happened swirled around within her skull, she realized that she had just given her neighbors a "radio show," and even though no one could see her, she turned over, burying her face in a pillow as she blushed, yet the memories of the frat party and the continued sounds of ecstasy set to music followed her into slumber.
*****
She opened her eyes to two sounds.
The first was not a surprising sound, given that she lived in a mostly-students apartment complex: the sound of a bed continually smacking against a wall while a guy grunted and a coed moaned. She envisioned that the guy was over the coed, driving himself deep and somewhat forcefully over her while she clutched at his upper back, keeping her legs spread as far apart as possible to give him the best possible access to her body.
The second sound was quite surprising: the rushing of the icy winter wind.
Turning on the bedside light, she saw that her window was partially open, the wind causing to dark brown curtains to blow inward. That was when she realized the coolness of her face and neck compared with the comfortable warmth of the rest of her bare body.
She had two choices: She could remain in bed while the cold air filled the bedroom and chased away the heat, or she could get out of bed, expose her entire being to the frigid air ‒ and to anyone across the courtyard who might be looking at her window at such a late hour of the night ‒ and close the window before diving back underneath the heavy warm covers.
Given her heating bills thus far for the winter, the choice was obvious.
But as soon as she had fully emerged from the warmth, a sound behind her caught her attention. Fearful that perhaps someone had slipped in through her window and was attempting to leave via the same route, she turned quickly.
A snowman was rounding the bed. Given her short stature, the snowman seemed to tower over her. Unusually, its arms were made not of sticks, but of actual snow, and they were bending as if the snowman had actual shoulders and elbows.
Most unusually, the snowman was anatomically correct, with a thick erection more than worthy of her favorite hentai series.
Curiosity crept into the fear, beginning to mix an intoxicating cocktail within her swirling head. For a moment, she forgot about the open window. For a moment, she did not hear the icy wind blowing into the small bedroom.
Despite not having any feet or legs, the snowman closed the distance to her, his arms outstretched as if it meant to offer her a hug. Fear was receding, the curiosity firmly taking root within her head as the swirling persisted.
She took the final step to close the distance, her own arms outstretched, feeling compelled by the charcoal eyes which seemed to bore deep into her psyche, unblinking eyes so black that they seemed both sinister and vapid...
The blood red scarf around the snowman's neck was almost farcical, yet it was immediately forgotten the moment her chest made the initial contact with the frozen body.
Instantly, she was once again aware of the cold ‒ not the cold coming from the open window, but the cold coming from the snowman. Her hardened nipples seemed to throb from the cold, yet they sent flashes of pleasure directly to her clitoris, just like when her former roommate would rub ice on her nipples... only this cold was far more intense, penetrating deep into each breast and sending flashes even faster down her torso. The cold permeated her entire being, causing her face to turn up toward the ceiling as a shrill cry rose from her throat.
The snowman's arms seized her raw form, pulling her flush against his body. The cold was almost painful, yet her arms wrapped around the snowman nonetheless as she was lifted from the floor...
The frozen erection practically burned her clitoris as the snowman began to rock back and forth with an ungentle motion, the hardened anatomy sliding against her. She was almost as limp as a ragdoll, feeling her head snap back and forth with the snowman's insistent movements, her voice incoherent in its pleas for this most unusual assault to end.
Time seemed to cease, yet the snowman continued to rock, his frozen length still rubbing against her precious clitoris. The intense cold had indeed become painful, and not in the violent-pulling-of-hair way or the vicious-bite-of-a-nipple way. The snowman's chilled form was agonizing, torturous, and inescapable as his arms tightened their grip around her.
She could not stop screaming, yet she was powerless, unable to free herself from the snowman. Despite her screams, no one came to investigate, no one came to her rescue.
Then she felt the unthinkable: a powerful jet rising up between them, the snowman's icy ejaculate. He kept rocking fiercely, the intense cold against her clitoris far too painful to allow her to realize a similar pleasure as his chilly and copious release kept rising between them.
And then she was unexpectedly tossed aside, discarded like a cheap who had been thoroughly used.
She hit the floor with a thud, awakening in the darkness as she screamed from the pain of the impact with the carpet.
She was not cold ‒ she was hot, still wrapped in the covers, her body wet from the dream and her mind utterly confused. Not even in all the hentai she had seen had she witnessed anything like this dream.
It took some time to catch her breath. She was still wet, and the fact that she could still hear the music from the laptop ‒ the music laced with sounds of feminine pleasure ‒ caused her to bunch the covers just right beneath her and, despite the headache from the fall, rock her way to the release she could not achieve in her dream.
*****
The anatomically-correct snowman was gone when she passed the Humanities building in the morning. That saddened her a little, but somehow, she had a feeling that she would meet a snowman ‒ perhaps even the very same snowman ‒ again, but ideally with a much more pleasurable result for her.
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Our first kiss
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Posted:Feb 10, 2009 11:26 pm
Last Updated:Mar 2, 2009 8:44 pm
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Between the wanting and the oneness
there is a moment ‒
that wordless, wondering moment
in which I will you to kiss me.
It's as brief as a heartbeat,
as endless as a heartbreak,
as fatal as a heart stop.
What chance do you have?
Don't look into my eyes ‒ you'll be lost.
Don't gaze upon my mouth ‒ you'll fall for
its wantonness,
its sinlessness,
and all its hopeful hopelessness.
Surely you're too sensible,
far too sensible for that.
First, a glance, your quizzical
questioning glance.....
I feel it burning into me,
appraising and figuring,
reckoning the odds.
What is the chance, it asks.
Then a smile, nervous and unnerving,
your self-consciously self-effacing smile.
Now it is you who are teasing me.
Hand reaches for bared arm
laid across your lap, like a trap.
But the touch is not the hand’s,
only a finger ‒ my finger’s tip
grazing the down of your wrist.
Four eyes watch it, fascinated,
as if it is an insect
creeping across your skin.
But then the finger becomes a fist,
curls around your forearm,
and draws you to me,
the one you have drawn to yourself.
Now we are lost, you and I:
the tilt of my head welcomes you,
my palms frame your face,
mouths meld and tongue tips brush
and part and brush again.
Lips and tongue,
tongue and lips
welcome each other’s welcoming.
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Model
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Posted:Feb 10, 2009 11:03 pm
Last Updated:Mar 31, 2009 6:51 am
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The Life Model
Takes of her clothes
Along with her outer shell,
And reveals more to the artists,
Behind their easels.
The artists see her as just
A series of lines and
pigments and contours.
The artists see her
as just,A living doll,
To be posed for
their pictures.
The Life Model sees
the artist’s finished work.
She sees her likeness caught
in shades of Pencil,
charcoal and paint.
Her contours match the
contours of the room.
Her buttocks match the cushions,
Her eyes match the curtains.
But the Artists have all missed
her essence, her soul,
The one part of
herself that she
Saves for herself.
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In thee
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Posted:Jan 27, 2009 10:32 pm
Last Updated:Jan 27, 2009 10:50 pm
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Maybe I’ll see you again, baby
And maybe I won’t
Maybe you bought your ticket gone back to Detroit
Aeroplanes make strangers of us all
Give us distance
Much too easily
Jim says “Some destinies should not be delivered”
But you and I see now, baby, that still they are
Winning it makes losers of us all
’Cause the dice roll
So indifferently
Well I’ll wrap myself in cities I travel
I’ll wrap myself in dreams
I’ll wrap myself in solitude
But I wish I could wrap myself
In thee
Tonight it’s hot
Without you tomorrow be cold
Winter will come along
Driven by snow
Love, it makes strangers of us all
When we fall
Oh, so thoughtlessly
Well I’ll wrap myself in cities I travel
I’ll wrap myself in dreams
I’ll wrap myself in solitude
But I wish I could wrap myself
In thee
Once we breathed the breath of sweet surrender
Pure, pure arab air filled our atmosphere
But pride it makes stars of us all
Until we fall
For everyone to see
So I’ll wrap myself in cities I travel
I’ll wrap myself in dreams
I’ll wrap myself in stranger’s arms
But I wish I could wrap myself
In thee
I’ll wrap myself in cities I travel
I’ll wrap myself in dreams
I’ll wrap myself in solitude
But I wish I could wrap myself
In thee
"B.O.C"
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