i woke from touching you
 
            
                
                    Ok2Go                
                
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                    this morning i woke from touching you
we layed together in my dream
i looked for the thing that did not fit
and found you
it seemed forbidden somehow
since you are so much younger than me
but i felt like a little girl too
it was pure bliss just feeling you
you walked the halls of my house
you passed my bedroom door
twisted the knob
and joined the brokeN hearts club
i want to talk to you in silence
while holding your hand with my words
prove to me what it is that i wrote
somewhere for someone
for just alittle while this morning you were mine
for just alittle while this evening i wont be fine
                we layed together in my dream
i looked for the thing that did not fit
and found you
it seemed forbidden somehow
since you are so much younger than me
but i felt like a little girl too
it was pure bliss just feeling you
you walked the halls of my house
you passed my bedroom door
twisted the knob
and joined the brokeN hearts club
i want to talk to you in silence
while holding your hand with my words
prove to me what it is that i wrote
somewhere for someone
for just alittle while this morning you were mine
for just alittle while this evening i wont be fine
"and then, one Thursday, nearly two thousand years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a change, a girl sitting on her own in a small cafe in Rickmansworth suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong in the world all this time, and she finally knew how the world could be made a good and happy place. This time it was right and no one had to get nailed to anything. Sadly, before she could get to a phone to tell anyone about it, a terrible stupid catastrophe occurred, and the idea was lost forever."
Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy
Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy
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            Let your love no longer be forbidden
 Let it survive a dream's fleeting oeiliad
 or the laced tipped fingertouch of a shimmering
 pulse
 of imagined desire
 May it be real
 May the kiss be real as the thunder
 May bliss waves
 stretch on
 stretch outward
 beyond each last wave of ecstacy
 evermore
 evermore
 eternal and tasted as sea salt
 The histories of all universes
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            Originally posted by Ok2Go
 it seemed forbidden somehow
 since you are so much younger than me
 but i felt like a little girl too
 it was pure bliss just feeling you
 please don't mind or take offense to my questioning buty by any chance are you a lesbian/bisexual??????its a bisexual thing
 I moved from the 9th to the 8th circle of hell. Before you know it I will be living in the first cirlce and I will own you.
 Just say NO to Bush.
 Vote Kerry! Save your freedom of speech and other various frredoms!0
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            Originally posted by Morbid Poet
 please don't mind or take offense to my questioning buty by any chance are you a lesbian/bisexual??????
 yep she loves the uglyest girl in the world 0 0
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            Originally posted by sevensins
 yep she loves the uglyest girl in the world 
 oh, well that's always fun.its a bisexual thing
 I moved from the 9th to the 8th circle of hell. Before you know it I will be living in the first cirlce and I will own you.
 Just say NO to Bush.
 Vote Kerry! Save your freedom of speech and other various frredoms!0
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            Originally posted by sevensins
 yep she loves the ugliest girl in the world 
 Morbid, the poem's about a bloke who is beautiful to his female love (the poem's speaker); and, indeed, there are some who would argue that a "beautiful" bloke would still make an "ugly" girl..... :D:D                        0 :D:D                        0
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            you earn love
 trust your head aroundIt was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.
 Jim Carrol0
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