I crave your hair that I never got stroke.
Oh, how would it feel to have you caress mine.
I crave your hands that I never got to hold.
Oh, how would it feel to interlock them with mine.
I crave your lips that I never got to touch.
Oh, how would it feel to have them meet mine.
I crave you, your everything, your all.
Oh, how would it feel to finally call you mine.
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 5:06 PM UTC
I crave your hair that I never got stroke.
Oh, how would it feel to have you caress mine.
I crave your hands that I never got to hold.
Oh, how would it feel to interlock them with mine.
I crave your lips that I never got to touch.
Oh, how would it feel to have them meet mine.
I crave you, your everything, your all.
Oh, how would it feel to finally call you mine.
I know we can't be together right now, but I hope you crave me too.
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