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Pure Ecstasy
It started out basic,
platonic,
the way any friendship does
but inside each new day
it grew and grew.
Such a burn in my soul
makes my feet itch
and the heart does yearn
to be with you.
So nervous you make me,
ecstatic too.
Makes me so shy,
makes the heart cry,
makes my mind wild,
such a drive inside.
My soul soars
at the sound of your words.
A voice so divine
do...
Friday 12th May 2017 8:54 pm
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