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Certainty, Not by Lady Lover
Confused, sad, frustrated, angry
I feel as if I'm divided into a pool of emotions
I've set my eyes on this girl, absolutely exquisite
For the past three months
But till this day she hasn't a clue
Who I am, or even if I exist
I'm greatly infatuated by her
She smiles, I smile, she walks and I walk
Her every movement I watch and observe
I embrace it to the fullest of my ability
I feel her voice when she speaks
So relaxing and full with passion
Her curvaceous hips move against each other swiftly
I watch her and wish the moment will never end
Her self-composure draws me near
Her warmth I hunger
Her long silky textured hair I yearn to feel
Her lips, my lips only if they were to ever touch
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