run into my opened arms,
where you can find security
in my old leather jacket
and in the scent of my cologne,
as three rough days of stubble
tickles your soft, rosy cheek.
run into my opened arms, where you can find security in my old leather jacket and in the scent of my cologne, as three rough days of stubble tickles your soft, rosy cheek. |
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Aww that is sweet. lol
-- I believe in Jesus Christ my Savior and I'm not afraid to admit it. Are you? "Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you I had no control over." - Dr. Seuss Writers4life [link] If I had three days of stubble I think it'd probably be as tickley as sandpaper XD but I like the sentiment
-- I called them mad, and they called me mad, and damn them they outvoted me! You know, religion truly is a wonderful thing, it is an essential part of one's spiritual and mental wellbeing. That said, BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!!!!!*puts your head on a stick* |
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