To Doo, I write......

"Fire"

Dear Doo,

Yesterday a song made it's way into my ears. Since that moment, this thought won't dissipate. My apologies for the lack of an abstract unravelment, but the density of this urge demands direct explicitness. The consuming obsession of how it would feel if you were to kiss my lips.............

When we kiss
I'm on fire
Your tenderness
Gives me desire
I can't resist
Your tender lips
When we kiss
Ooh...

Fire
---Babyface

5:44 PM - 2/21/2008 - post comment

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A thief did pillage my familiar.

Vagabond thoughts since unbend here.

The muse's wistful eye may extract a glimpse,

Or elect to veil aforesaid ponders.

Continuation of flame, blind to your concrete absence,

Vital to sentiments it be not.

Manifested in words your rooted essence do I collide.--Loretta

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