Treasure Island

Robert Wynn

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Melt Me


Melt me into you
Like summer
Exploring places
Only I see
Touching you
Like only Jesus

Melt me from
My lips down baby
Take my hand then
Take the other
Melt me heart
Like only you are

Pump it for me
Get what you want
Melt me like
A stick of butter
Melt me cause
You want me baby

Baby
Melt me
cause you want to
Baby
Melt Me
cause you can

Melt me cause
I want you to
You melt me
Melt me, melt me baby
Melt me, melt me
You

Melt Me

Submitted: Monday, June 10, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 31, 2013

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  • Unwritten Soul (6/11/2013 8:29:00 AM)

    As if i spell a butter become oil with heated touch, so how it tells that it always love that heat hearts to melt into a feeling...lovely write! _Soul (Report) Reply

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