the case of my modern time

Kiss me with your eyelashes tonight.

What a beautiful mess this is.

It's like taking a guess when the only answer is yes.


How long can I go on like this, wishing to kiss you, before I rightly explode?

All I really want from you is to feel me.

A kind much closer then friends use.

 

After all we are only humans.

 



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