030510 I Miss This When You'Re Gone Poem by Manonton Dalan

030510 I Miss This When You'Re Gone



i love the smell
of your neck
below you ears
as i gently press
your shoulder blade

i love the sound
that gushes from your lips
and your soft fingers reach
up to my loving arms

soothing feeling unwinding
within my mind, sending
pulses deep to warm kiss
i miss this when you're gone

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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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