Stay the night with me?
You ask 'what's the catch'
I say ' There's strings... Their just not attached, '
Just lie in my arms... I need nothing more,
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But without some kind of physical attraction.
How will this go with a conversation of human interaction.
A pale complexion turns fair.
And suddenly it's hard not stare.
Like candy you lay there.
Waiting to be eaten.
A fruit to be plucked by something I would call love.
Is it personality that one desires more then the pheromones of physical beauty?
This is a question I ask myself all the time.
I find that theirs is both a need for mental and physical attraction.
Great Poem Crimson...
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But without some kind of physical attraction. How will this go with a conversation of human interaction. A pale complexion turns fair. And suddenly it's hard not stare. Like candy you lay there. Waiting to be eaten. A fruit to be plucked by something I would call love. Is it personality that one desires more then the pheromones of physical beauty? This is a question I ask myself all the time. I find that theirs is both a need for mental and physical attraction. Great Poem Crimson...