As I stare at you (Walking down the hall) I can't help but think how good Your arms would feel around me Your hand would feel in mine Your hair would feel if it brushed my face I have to imagine what it would be like to lay my head on your chest and fall asleep to kiss you in the dark to tell you my dreams. As you smile at me (as we walk down the hall) I smile back and can't help but think how good it would be. Copyright Sara Randall, 1997 Main Page
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