Fall Into Me

Fall Into Me

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A whisper away from changin' everything But is it safe to say Such dangerous things When your hands are tremblin' Girl I'm weak in the knees It's times like these when silence means everything More than anything So fall when you're ready baby Let our kiss count the moments and hearts set the pace I'll be your love song and I'll love you right off your feet Until you fall into me I miss him. I miss him being here with me. I miss waking up to him already awake and smiling at me. I miss going fishing. I miss our sweet conversations. I miss him pulling me in to kiss in the pouring rain. I miss the smile he put on my face. I just miss him.
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Warning: Mature audiences only. "I love you," he whispered seductively in my ears sending chills throughout my entire body. I was more than in love with this man. He had my mind going wild with just a single touch of his soft hands against my skin. "I want you," he says as he gently pulls me into his arms and kisses my lips passionately. Making my body want more of the sensational feeling his affection created in my body. I was most definitely sprung and I honestly didn't want this amazing feeling he gave me to ever end. He was phenomenal, and he had all of the attributes I looked for in a man. He was fine as hell, romantic, consistent, loyal, funny, active, and had money. "How can a man be so perfect?" I thought in my head as I looked lustfully into his dark brown eyes. "Or maybe he isn't as perfect as I think?" I questioned myself being opened to the possibility that I was slightly blinded by his perfections. "Or what if he's playing me and he's not who I think he is at all?" I thought jokingly, quickly eliminating that possibility. ****************** Who is this wondrous man? is he as great as he seems? Or are the possibilities endless? Follow Nevaeh Nicole Johnson on her search for happiness. Maybe she's already found it? But you'll have to find out.

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