Wants
If to be in love means to
play games with the heart
then I don't want a part of
it.
But I love the way she laughs
when I say stupid shit. It makes
me smile when she giggles and
wiggles when I tickle her.
And often I think of a brief
relationship with her lips and
mine. And i think her hips are
just fine the way they are the
way they sway i mean thats all
i should say. but still i wish i could
call her mine.
As I write these lines
I keep her forever in
my mind and that is the
kind of love I want.
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