 I had to escape The city was sticky and cruel Maybe I should have called you first But I was dying to get to you I was dreaming while I drove The long straight road ahead, uh, huh Could taste your sweet kisses Your arms open wide This fever for you is just burning me...  The beauty of a woman Is not in the clothes she wears, The figure that she carries, Or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes…. …..Because that is the doorway to her heart The place where love resides. The beauty of a woman... no comments  Dear Adam, Your socks are making our room smell stinky. I love you. (I do not love smelly socks.) But, I do love you. Yours truly, Maranda no comments |
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