Like the wind that shifts my lace curtains, he slightly adjusts my hair, his hands are soft and lips are tender, a gentlemen at worst, I now understand how woman have died for love, because it dose not happen often, men like him are hard to find and cannot be caged, and for men like this to be caged will only tempt them in negative directions and for something so valuable and rare not to be safely hidden or protected is dangerous for the heart that’s always left to worry, to wonder, to break..
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I found a great guy, he knows who he is...
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