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Oct 2013
Tell me how you really feel
As our clothes fall off
Tell me how nice I am

You moan with joy because you
Think I’m just too perfect
A match made in her heaven

We finish and you lay waiting
Waiting for my gentle touch
I get dressed and wait to

I wait for you to dress
Wait for you to leave
For me to finally fall asleep

I dream wondering where you are
What you are wearing now
If you wanna undress with me

If you’d moan with joy too
Because you want me back
A match made in her hell

We’d finish and I’d lay waiting
Waiting for your gentle touch
Your body and soul against mine

But you get dressed and wait
Wait for me to dress
And wait for me to leave

So you finally get some sleep
someone is always thinking about someone
Matt Walsh
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Matt Walsh
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