tell me... how it is that I want you more each minute of each hour of each day? how the thought of you makes my skin come alive and my eyes shine? how is it that I can feel your tongue in the small of my back while looking into your face? why is it that I crave your fingers in my hair and your eyes under my viens? Am I torn ? or is it because I am so worn that you can see inside my bones? And that your gaze sends little electric blue pulses surging through every nerve? it doesn't really matter, all these how, what and whys, all that really matters is that you never stop.....Birth sign: Scorpio
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