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The feeling I get


The softness of his touch makes me feel like oh my

His swag is smooth as the sea

When he speaks, I get lost in his words

His intelligence is unexplainable

I look into his eyes and success is all I see

His smell is like a bad habit, I'm addicted

When our hands connect, I get this feeling

He gives me a feeling that I can't shake off

It's us against the world

We were meant to be

 

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