untitled 11.18.05
dear r,
we collide like butterflies on a roller coaster of chocolate goodness as
tipsy breaths tumble down windshields like smudge prints finger love
and you're so beautiful, so soft, so smooth like the inside of a magazine cover
i could listen under adoration infinite
i want to be intricate with you
so i'm on tip toes to be yours
copyright JANE’05
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