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Butterflies

After all this time-- You still give me butterflies. My heart beats faster-- And when you touch me, My breathing slows. Everythiing I am is yours. You still give me butterflies. My fingertips burn for you, My Body aches. After all this time-- You still give me butterflies.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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