Long blond waterfall racing down my mountain
Searching for her eyes, and I think I might have found them
I'm drinking from the river, and bathing in the fountain
As my arms collapse in Velcro straps, for you my love have bound them
So easy could I break the chains of love that hold me down
But as I lay within your bondage, my grin is not a frown
This is not a love song, but I write it just for you
Tied in Velcro bondage...
Me
Myself
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There are two ways one can wander naked in the wilderness: literally or figuratively. I choose literally.
~me
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