Beginning of A Spark

October 27, 2010
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I get mad when he cuts his hair
Because i dont like to wait
I love to run my fingers through his soft curls
His arms are so nice and scorching
So they melt the ice incasing my heart
In an eternal winter
His breath smells like my favoite listerine
Cinnamon so hot and spicy
Makes my mouth catch on fire
I love him so much
Dont want to watch him walk away from my desire
Stay right where you are Pete
Smelliing like your dads cigars
Ironically you hate the smell that i inhale
Your eyes are so blue
And your skin is so pale
Flushed cheeks and all i take you in
Watch our love begin!

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