It is you that I see,
when YOU are thinking of me.
Touching your skin,
feeling your lips,
caressing your hips.
So much...don't know where to begin.
A whole lot of Love...
You're the only one I think of.
Soft grooves,
beady eyes,
Your slow body movements,
Yes, very nice!
You are the one, the only ONE I think of.
I feel you again, again, and again.
You whisper those words,
that you can't restrain.
Somehow, someway,
you manage to say...
those three...little...wordsss,
with alluring...Ecstasy.
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