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If u were here I would kiss u. She cupped the phone and listen to hear his response. Not wanting to lose him she uttered more in the phone. Biting her lower lip hesitating at first but before u knew it rolled off her lips in an aching voice. U want to know how? I would tease ur mouth first just lightly touch it with mine and then finally after a few seconds of u trying to come in closer for a true kiss I would nip ur lower lip. She paused in shock of what she said and wondered if he thought she was nuts. She then heard him crack. He started to chuckle and then laughed out loud. Her heart ached. He uttered such things in the past of love and promise but here she sings her tidbits of longing and they are smashed. Never again she promises herself of telling another guy how she truly feels. Why should she? She only bound to get hurt again.

She longs only for one thing and thats to be held. What a queer wish? Why not ask for something more promising? Being held can only last so long. . . sooner or later someone will let go.

I prescribe a life supple of ice-cream. . . then ur rolls of fat shall keep u warm and love u dearly the way they hang a pond ur body. Love handles. . . there called that for a reason no?