What is love, is it real? Something you can Touch, or taste, or feel? What is sex but biology What kind of game is Nature playing on me?
I know what I want It doesn't end there I want someone to care That I'm on my way home That I even exist, what More is there to love But this sense of bliss When you know someone's Waiting, or on their way That anticipation at the End of a very long day.
Maybe just friends Because love can be fickle Melting into passion Like a summer popsickle. But, no, closer, still I want to be, closer Closer, inside, the Destruction of my pride And my ego merges, Friends, into lovers.
Galactic_bodhi: What is love, is it real? Something you can Touch, or taste, or feel? What is sex but biology What kind of game is Nature playing on me?
I know what I want It doesn't end there I want someone to care That I'm on my way home That I even exist, what More is there to love But this sense of bliss When you know someone's Waiting, or on their way That anticipation at the End of a very long day.
Maybe just friends Because love can be fickle Melting into passion Like a summer popsickle. But, no, closer, still I want to be, closer Closer, inside, the Destruction of my pride And my ego merges, Friends, into lovers.
Galactic, I am so thankful you can't see me now. I have tears flowing. I had that for 36 years and he passed 5 years ago. Thank you for bringing back some beautiful memories. You are special and your words are amazing.
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Something you can
Touch, or taste, or feel?
What is sex but biology
What kind of game is
Nature playing on me?
I know what I want
It doesn't end there
I want someone to care
That I'm on my way home
That I even exist, what
More is there to love
But this sense of bliss
When you know someone's
Waiting, or on their way
That anticipation at the
End of a very long day.
Maybe just friends
Because love can be fickle
Melting into passion
Like a summer popsickle.
But, no, closer, still
I want to be, closer
Closer, inside, the
Destruction of my pride
And my ego merges,
Friends, into lovers.