impulsiveMIND

I want to get cold sweat
I want to eat butterfly
I want to get dizzy
Like I’m flying up high

I want to get cold feet
Too shy, I say it in discreet
I want to blush red
As red as a fresh beet

I want to french kiss
While splashing on a sunset beach
I want to touch and caress
Without word and speech

I want to gaze upon stars
I want to chase elusive rainbows
I want to admire the moon
And glide to where the wind blows

I want to fall in love . . .

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. . . I really do.