perfume puffs and carmex kisses

January 28, 2010
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Love me.
With lips like butterfly wings,
Gently Brushing.
Losing air, I'm lost in kisses.

Love me.
Whisper words
Like wind whooshing past wispy autumn leaves,

I love you.
Open hands hold hearts
Of these ten fingers, five are yours.
Hand in hand, we're happy.

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