HymnAgen
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CATEGORY
romance
You know that itch
so deep in your ear
you drop everything
and search everywhere
for something long
but gentle enough
to use to scratch it?
And once you get it,
you know how it feels
so frickin’ good
it gives you that chill
that shakes your head
just before your entire
being relaxes?
That's how good it felt
when you told me
you still love me...
- HymnAgen
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after vision says: that my poet, is a deep itch for the deepest love. put away that I will remember the next time my ear itches |
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hymnagen says: There is nothing quite like that feeling. Thank you |
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mrmelody7 says: hymnagen you know I like the music Supremes-Love is like a itch in my heart and I cant scratch it not in your case though you got right to that itch good for you |
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hymnagen says: Yessir, mrmelody7, but the true joy is in having it scratched for you! A reassuring word when doubt rears it's ugly head is supposed soothing to the spirit. |
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hymnagen says: Yessir, mrmelody7, but the true joy is in having it scratched for you! A reassuring word when doubt rears it's ugly head is soooo soothing to the spirit. (I hate typing on the phone; fingers too big LOL) |
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Ezell-Dazh says: Awesome |
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hymnagen says: Thanks Ezell-Dazh |
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