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“Let's drive around town holding hands.”

“Let's drive around town holding hands.”

It's always been about the dance...the fire the passion the very present under-current of desire..... and then the timing......

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It's always been about the dance...the fire the passion the very present under-current of desire..... and then the timing......

now thats a kiss!

now thats a kiss!

“Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home."

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“Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home."

Yo dijo que el amor no vale nada o al menos que allá algo por que pelear es una hermosa guerra

Wherever You Will Go

Yo dijo que el amor no vale nada o al menos que allá algo por que pelear es una hermosa guerra

"Your eyes...they are of spirits." I look straight, not turning to see him. "One is black, one is blue. You have the power." "I have no power, Wolf. I was born with these eyes. They have no special powers." He steps in front of me, his black, shoulder length hair waving into his own black eyes. His dark skin is covered by layers of clothes so much that no one would be able to tell he was an Indian unless they knew. He grabs me by the shoulders. "You have fire. It is you the Spirits wish to…

"Your eyes...they are of spirits." I look straight, not turning to see him. "One is black, one is blue. You have the power." "I have no power, Wolf. I was born with these eyes. They have no special powers." He steps in front of me, his black, shoulder length hair waving into his own black eyes. His dark skin is covered by layers of clothes so much that no one would be able to tell he was an Indian unless they knew. He grabs me by the shoulders. "You have fire. It is you the Spirits wish to…

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