Intan, how happy you are sitting beside me, playing games with my hand and fingers
I smile and relish the moment but I am busy with my emails, pilling on as the hour pass
You then glance and think, perhaps "what way to waste this beautiful night with something so silly"
Intan, I will continue to be lost in your touches and kisses, while I seek out things to gather silver and gold
You continue to play the game , with my hand and fingers while I continue to do emails that don't make sense.
I forget that I am too playing a game
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