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By cattie Date: 2003 Mar 08 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.08.10.06.10962]] |
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Last night I had a hand on my hip It may have been from a sixth grader But I pretended it was you. It felt good to have "your" hand there To know that "you" were holding me close. Touching, I never knew it could be so nice. Touching, I never knew it could make some one crawl inside. I never knew that it would be so important to me. It wasnt ever important before. But I'm feeling lonesome and un-needed. I want to be wanted by a guy. I want to be held by a guy. I want to be Touched by you. I want to squirm inside again, But this time I want it to really be you. |