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Don’t take me

I want to touch you, to feel your heat,
Don't take me too far
I have returned your heart
your love has no use to me
But, I want to touch you.

Don't come home tonight.
and Don't come home tomorrow.
I don't want to see you.
I will never again listen.
But, I do want to touch you.
Your heat will make me forget that I hurt.
Don't take me too far.

Shut your mouth.
There is nothing left to say.
You cannot mend my loneliness
You cannot cure my heart.
There is no love left for you.
I just want to touch you
I just want to feel free, like i did so many years ago.
Don't take me too far.

I want to touch you, to feel like I used too,
Don't talk, don't move,
When I walk away again,
Let me go. Don't talk.
You broke me.
I just want to touch you once -
A cathartic action, to cure my craving.
It's for me, not you.
Don't take me too far.
 

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Leigth Rose

Hey Josie..Nice one,sounds like someone F'd up..well said aye..Welcome to COSMO..

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Leigth Rose

All good mate..keep it up,see some more aye..

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Dean Kuch

Hey, Josie.
Welcome from the Land Down Under to the Cosmo Community.

It's often been said that there's a fine line between love & hate.
Once all love & trust has been removed from a relationship's equation that relationship is stripped down to its most basic carnal pleasures–or, little more than scratching an itch that needs scratched.
Fulfilling an animalistic need, if you will.
After all, we are all merely animals.

Enjoy your time here.
~Dean Kuch ツ

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