I can feel.
feel it.
feel your hands.
running accross my back.
I can taste.
taste it.
taste your lips.
as they press close to mine.
I can smell.
smell it.
smell your hair.
as it nussles in my hands.
i can sense.
sense it.
sense something special.
because we are more than just friends.
11:27 pm - Saturday, Mar. 16, 2002
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