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Red hair, cut short, I wanna run my hands through it.
Frecles dot your cheeks, the bridge of your nose. Your glasses make you look so good, accents your pale, pixie face. Kicking the hip, artsy clothing, your slim, trim body showing the slight curves. Your eyes light me up with a slight glance, your knowing, impish smile tells me what you want. That's my girl. [Edit-felt like adding more.] A little shy, but you know where its at. A clever girl, knows what she wants, and is gonna tell me so I can fufill her disire. She can tell me when she is ready to role, drag me along, cause ill be your hound dog. To steal a line from the immortal Tom Waits: "she's so good, she'd make make a dead man come." Last edited by Quin600; Jun 05, 04 at 06:13 PM. |
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Red hair, cut short, I wanna run my hands through it.
Frecles dot your cheeks, the bridge of your nose. Your glasses make you look so good, accents your pale, pixie face. Kicking the hip, artsy clothing, your slim, trim body showing the slight curves. Your eyes light me up with a slight glance, your knowing, impish smile tells me what you want. That's my girl. [Edit-felt like adding more.] ...thats not me tho.Cuz im self centered i was writing about myself but in my ex`s point of view cuz thats how he sees me. Sometimes you do writing better justice by saying very little,in this case thats how i felt. |