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Boiling blood

My Love
when I think of you
my blood sometimes
starts to boil

and I lay feverish
and shakened
wanting to kneel
infront of
you

Addicted
to the desire
like addicted
to a drug

I start to give in
and surrender
begging for
relief




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Publicerad 2008-08-18 20:48



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  glasblåsarblå
Strong love huh?
nice poem. I know the feeling, to admire someone, to need someone. Love is a damn strong drug.
2008-08-18
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