I don't want to wash you off of my skin...
i don't want to open the door of the kitchen and find that you are not there making breakfast...
i don't want to come home and find no red wine glass waiting for me ...
i don't want to wake up in the morning and find no traces of clothes thrown on the floor...
i don't want you not to want me when i'm crazy...
i don't want to make love when the music is not on...
...and for sure i don't want you not to want me.
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