my dragonfly I want to put you in checkered tights Lift up your denim skirt Strap your satin bra And pull down your slim-fit shirt. Kiss you on the neck Nibble your ear Put my hands on your hips And pull you near. Call you by your name Hannah You are my clock stopper You are my atom bomb When you fall Ill catch you in my arms Well burst into shadows Come back from Neverland And dance on walls Well wake up the parents And well startle the halls. You deserve to fly, my dear Hold you in my arms if I have to Show you clouds from the inside Dive into the unforgettable Ride the breeze like water Were going to soar, my girl Were going to go farther. Put you in checkered tights, my darling Ice skate my fingertips Up and down the slope of your shape Take off your shoes first Tell you to stay awhile Tickle your toes next And spoil myself with your smile You are everything when you laugh Im so into you, youre just my style You are my Hannah You are the girl with the purses. You are the girl with the faces. You are the girl with the Lakers. Youre funny. Youre interesting. Youre smart. Youre cute. Youre beautiful. Youre different. Youre not like the rest. You asked me what kind of insect you would be? This was a legitimate question asked early on in our courting process. I knew I couldnt fail you. I knew you were scouting. Sweat trickled, clocks ticked, as we waited for an answer. Butterflies. Too cliché. Too fleeting. Too easy. Lady Bugs. Too round. Too much of a shell. Too needy ...
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