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I wish to be the lap where
you lay your tender head
I wish to read the pages of you
which were till now left unread.
I wish to be the chest where
you place you head and cry
I wish to be the name which when heard makes you shy
I wish to be someone you'd never share
Yep, exactly like that last pizza slice.
I wish to be the arms in which
you feel like home, your paradise.
I wish to be
the air you breathe
i Wish to watch you
when you sleep.
I wish to wake beside you
I wish to see your morning face
walking clumsily, your hair a mess
Baggy clothes portrays sexiness.


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