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give Me something to hold on to

Your memories

Your fears

Your likes and dislikes

and where You see this going

give Me something to hold on to

Your head on My chest

the scent of Your hair

Your legs crossed over Mine as we sit in contented silence

give Me something to hold on to

the curve of Your hips

the small of Your back

the possibility of giving You all I have in return