DAMN
Damn I miss his sweet juicy kiss the ones that use to quench the thirst of both sets of my lips
Damn I miss his firm chest, rippled abs and that sexy V on the inside of his hips
Damn I miss the things he use to whisper in my ear and the love bites on my neck
Damn I miss the cuddling all night and then a round of early morning sex
Damn I miss the way you use to lick your lips and give me that come and get it stare
Damn I miss your thoughtfulness and your calls to ask me what kind of panties I had on
Damn baby I would giggle always telling you it was one of my many colored thongs
I feel the shivers down my spine can’t wait for you to get home so I can say oooh baby damn

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Pure Delight Write....thanks for sharing....ONE
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