All I want is someone to take me,
to the field in the mountains,
and roll with me in the wildflowers,
Until we are eaten and itchy
we will put our feet in the cold stream,
skip rocks
climb the sun warmed mountains,
make love,
catch the setting sun,
and fly away from each others secrets like butterflys............
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