Purple & Orange

by Poetess Lana   Dec 13, 2008


I'm running out of patience
You're running out of time
Do something already...
You're too pretty to just look at

Make it feel right the first time
I already burn with fever when you
put your hands on me
(I can still feel them on my waist)

Hands shake when
lips meet
Is it nerves,
or something more?

Baby, let's test your theory;
I'm curious.

I want to see.

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