Attraction

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Fingers frozen to keys . I fall in love with hands . I care not for faces , breasts, genitalia All I need are your hands.
I'd love to confuse you.   If you cannot love me, I hope You'd think you did at times; That I annoyed you just enough
When we moved from Missouri to Oklahoma state We did not have a place of our own on that dateAnd so some local church members offered their guest house to us on a loan
I saw her first, alongside her mother, My mind roved at the sight of her beauty, The last memory I have left of her, Was the first smile she ever gave me: I saw her, and said not a word
He told me He was learning anatomy, I should have asked If he wanted to learn mine.
You have always puzzled me You seem to be nothing more than a beautiful face With blue, bashful, stormy eyes
Why is it that I feel this earthly pull Whenever I draw close enough to you? The warm within your eyes will feed me full. I know that this connection must be true. But gravity, the one force that attracts,
  Looking into the mirror The reflection is that of self-realisation A being who has strived
My love, have you finally found? That my steps don't even touch the ground? My head's always wrapped in fog, And I'm caught singing to the dog? It's all because you thrill me.  
Exposing my face on Facebook, or tweeting my teeth on twitter. That is not who I am really.
I still dream... A friend of Mine, Then A boy age of 10, A neighbor friend of mine, As close as heart, Remember days together we played, Never missed a day he in dream,
What is attraction? Don't know yet.. Flowers I like all,  Yet don't drag my mind, Rose a flower I like the most, Draws my heart and soul, Was it odour or look touched my heart,
My eyes do not “light up like the sunlight upon water,” My complexion is too blue and white and every girl is hotter, Society does not reward small chests like mine with glamour,
he had a past.  physical touching heat. he was known for his drive his reputation was based on his tendency to always have a beautiful, flawless girl who gave herself freely.  
I am sorry, I am a slut. I dream for what I do not have. I crave his touch if only for a second. For his attention to get off of you and on to me.
What is bi-sexuality? How does it taste? Is it like ice cream? That I prefer both flavors of chocolate and vanilla?!!! The soft sexy curves of a woman The rock hard muscles of a man
A talk with my conscious   He like me I like him Ahhh, no I don't He's always on me. Giving me hugs What's wrong with that? I don't like him Or I'm not sure
I have a feelinginside, deep likethe kind of lovekept secret for years.The kind of lovewhere just seeingyou walk byfeels like somethingdomestic.I feel
You're the perfect balance between sexy and sweet, cruel and kind. I want you in my bloodstream. Take over my mind. I can't get close enough to you. Your touch has me melting and
They say holding on tightwill make it all right,but letting go is so much harder to dowith a glimmer of hope still in your heart.
A nostalgic lust—a crush. I had it for some body.   Something about their sitting near Probably the pheromones and molecules of shampoo That I breathed Was actuating Of a lurching in me
Attraction In it lies “action” Meaning your plan needs some traction To find your satisfaction Kiss Causing sweet sweet bliss Something you cannot miss Or else you will be dissed Love
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