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thegreatpoetnick119

Published: Feb 9, 2011

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I press up against you
I nibble on your ear
I lift you of the bed
I make you hold me in your arms
You protect me like no other
You love me like nobody else can
You care when nobody else does
Who knew this could all happen between to boys

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AllFlowersPetalsFall

Jun 8, 2011

This is really sweet, i can picture a lil romantic scene with this, nice job!

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