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figured out
01/17/2008 04:59 a.m.
there's nobody
like him

nobody who can make me
speak
sing
scream
the way he does

nobody who can
twist me up
turn me out
pull me in
spin me around
the way he does

he'll have me on the edge,
toes curled
fingers clenched
mouth watering
eyes begging
heart longing

there's nobody
who does this to me
like he does
there's nobody else
who's got me so figured out

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