Lounging on the carpet in one of my dad's huge t-shirts, smelling like cinnamon, I'm watching Dido's concert in shades of blue and purple. Playing with a pencil between two fingers, it feel good to know that the house is empty. My legs are cold,my face is hot, my hands sweaty. I close my eyes and dream.

"Touch my skin,and tell me what you're thinking
Take my hand and show me where we're going
Lie down next to me, look into my eyes and tell me, oh tell me what you're seeing
So sit on top of the world and tell me how you're feeling
What you feel now is what I feel for you."

The lyrics are pounding in my head, in my chest. Thinking of games, teasing, tension, flirt. Single.

Dido- Take my hand

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Anonymous said...

I would comment on this, but I choose not 2, I relate way to much to the feeling.

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