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A little love for him


I yearn for a forever love A man that aint intimidated by me put me in my place when i aint acting right cause i do be bugging out sometimes I yearn for a strong connection, our bond to stick like crazy glue on 2 sticks or a big ol'booty to a chair I yearn for a soul shaking adventure til death really do us part A forever kindof lover where we feel eachother deeply My heart will race when you need me , ill be here I follow you lead i lead you follow 50/50 is all i ask in this partnership baby I want us to dance holding each other close feeling our souls combine into one To explore the depth of love To look at you 50 years from now & say "baby you is so damn fine"; For you to look at me 60 years from now & say "our togetherness is so divine" The reality of reality real love stories Not to drown you inlove But to drift you away is all i yearn for To be carried by my night & shinning armor is all i yearn for To seal this voodoo w/ a kiss to prolong eternity healthy love fall asleep & wont kiss you cause your morning breath is kicking kindof love cause thats real visits the ups & downs But still have my heart tangled into yours because I love To still get butterflies when ever i feel your touch Too still be inlove every time i express the words I love you on moments we share Damn! I'm inlove
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