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Put your hands on me
I want to feel it. Get though my defenses If not mentally Then physically. Leave your mark on me Brand me with your love. Make me beg For what we both need. Make me feel something. If not love Then desire. Bruise my soul. Do not be gentle, My senses are dulled. I need this so badly. Can you find that spark Inside. And free me if only for A moment. Julie -May 20, 1997 |
