You make me feel like
I've got sunbeams
shooting out from
every pore of my being.
I never thought I'd feel
content with you not here,
all the while still craving
you behind me kissing
my neck and caressing
my hips and hands.
Visit me in my dreams tonight.
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 2:36 AM UTC
You make me feel like
I've got sunbeams
shooting out from
every pore of my being.
I never thought I'd feel
content with you not here,
all the while still craving
you behind me kissing
my neck and caressing
my hips and hands.
Visit me in my dreams tonight.
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