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Oh to be his... In such an intimate way, As close as the fibres meeting to make up my clothes, Weaved together intimately. So close, His confidence will flow through my veins, My soul sets free, as he traps me in his chains, Which leave such beautiful stains, On my surface, more on my heart. It pains, but who complains? Oh to be brought out of the dark, In which I dance, In my trance, trying to be a shadow, Of which you won't catch a glance. Oh to dance with him, Sway with him, The possibilities of separating would be extremely slim, Overwhelming enough, Will he soon take off this cuff? Oh his chest is so buff..... It distracts me, Hugs me, holds a heart that loves me. Oh to be his, In an intimate way, In a way that won't be fictional or thought through, A day will come, I'll get a kiss, Out of my thoughts, The day I'll be his.
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