The soft touch of her skin,
Its like silk or satin sheets,
Her lips so rosy red,
I pass out every time they touch me,
The way she holds my hand,
Makes me feel watm inside,
When we lay in bed,
I feel like i could cry,
I want to find a way,
To make this moment last,
Make it more than just a memory in the past,
I think she knows i love her,
I'm sure our love is true,
I love everything about her,
Shes my Bugga-Boo.
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2100 points, ended August 23, 2007, 12 entries
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Thanks for your entry! There is a simple warmth in this that finishes well with the quirky pet-name. There were a few minor grammar and spelling issues though, that drew away from the whole a little. Or, more likely, typos - such as "watm" instead of "warm" - that aren't always easily caught. I've done a few myself so I know how important it is to double-double check. That said, it was only a minor distraction and the work itself flowed well. Thanks for playing
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