I turned over and I half expected you in my bed
with your delicious smile
and I yearned like never before
to have your fingers trace up my spine
and across my ribs
till your arms pull me
into you.
Oct 29, 2012
Oct 29, 2012 at 11:26 PM UTC
I turned over and I half expected you in my bed
with your delicious smile
and I yearned like never before
to have your fingers trace up my spine
and across my ribs
till your arms pull me
into you.
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