curves and
that short black dress
I've been gone so long
and my mind's a mess
The sky is dark
and the rain does fall
Memories of you and I
against cool, wet walls
Thighs are spread
and hips ride high.....
My warm hand slides deep
between your sexy thighs
And my tongue, it parts
your tender lips
Chills run down my back
from your fingertips
Being inside of you
Our thoughts are one instead of
two
Feeling you make love to me
Warm breath against my ear
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