Those eyes that twinkle,
The touch of his fingers.
On the skin it tingles,
A feeling that lingers.
I hear a jingle,
I silent my ringer.
Just munching on my zinger,
Almost forgot that I’m single.
Writings of a Phobophobe.
Those eyes that twinkle,
The touch of his fingers.
On the skin it tingles,
A feeling that lingers.
I hear a jingle,
I silent my ringer.
Just munching on my zinger,
Almost forgot that I’m single.
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