My hands on your tiny hips
In the darkness of balloon moonlight
And I know this sensual tease
Is as close as I'll ever get
Thank goodness
I never told you
The depth of me
Thank goodness
I chose to wait
Hiding until I knew
And now I know that you and I
Are not even worth thinking about
So now my thoughts are empty
In the absence of you
--10.2.05
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