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Good Things Come to Those
I think I can wait
for you to tell me
I am the one
who rocks your world,
then brings you back slowly
on the dance floor
grinding to Stairway to Heaven
or Hotel California.
Remember that?
I can wait to hear
that my kiss makes your lips
ache with memory –
sends a warm rush
up your thighs,
and that just the very sound of my voice
brings you to your knees,
defenceless and ready.
I can wait
for you to say –
you just can't wait
anymore.
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