Hey, let's not forget I want to run my hands through you hair, across your collar bones, down your triangle back. Forget all this soggy bullshit- I still want you. It's forbidden for me to reach out and touch you now, maybe, but I can dream about it. When given the space it won't be so pressed and sodden. Remember when you wanted me, if only for a back rub? Let's not forget the little things. I love you in more than just that blah blah blah way. And I dream about it. I can't release it, so it just rolls down my face.
Sunshine
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