Fine_Art_Panama_City_InfatuatedLove

Yvette's ~*

you steal my heart the way the wind steals through the tops
of the long~leaf pines and through the open window blinds
late on a summer's night ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
you give me that funny feeling inside like butterflies and
squirrels turning all around inside my tummy ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
when I stand close to you I can't swallow or catch my breath
and my skin goes hot,...there's a ringing in my ears and my
knees get weak ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
all I do both day and night is dream about holding you tight
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I'm too scared to touch you yet nothing would please me so
much and you smell good like a Victorian Confectioner's,
like a candy store in winter ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*