Tasmond Johnson

Rookie (The Month Of November / South Carolina)

Without You

Each day without you is torture

I’m longing to see your face
Wanting to be in your warm embrace

Hungry for the taste of your lips
Aching to touch your shapely hips

Burning for a chance
At this passionate romance
Oh! Each minute seems to last forever more
I’m craving you and I want to explore

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