I wanna feel like Apple Green & Lilac's and have that "He Went To Jared's" enthusiasm but it's really from Tiffany because he lavishes me in splendor. Yet he knows my spirit and that I'd condone the diamonds with gold. So he climbs into my soul and wields a fiery temper and my bosom swells at the raising of his brow. Separate. Apart. Never lonely. Resisting to be the yin and yang. Delighting in the mysteries. Daring to delve into the darkness of our eyes. Disliking the urge to subdue my quirks he parts my lips and soothes me to the edge of despair. The tempest raging within surround my very being and he lays his head within my lap. Sitting fireside we smile because there is no foreclosure in sight.
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