I miss...

Simple-Man87

I miss what your hair smells like, as you pass by me in the hall.
Your moistening loins, waiting for my touch, as if on call.
The warming feeling shared between the sheets as the fluids within deplete.

I miss how I used to think about you, at times, all day long,
How the noises we'd make could be described as the Devils song,
And what of you I'd eat, the nights I couldn't sleep.

I miss the nights I'd wake you with a firm hand and gentle tongue,
The anticipation of penetration making you squirm and come undone,
And how it started with clothes being ripped, and ended with me licking up drip.

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  • Author: Simple-Man87 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 9th, 2019 09:52
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Thoughts In Time

    Sounds too good to be true...true heaven for you...always special to have someone who triggers your feelings , emotions to such a level...life without passion is not worth living🌹

    • Simple-Man87

      I agree, you're very kind to comment, thank you. I loved yours about the rose

      • Thoughts In Time

        Thanking you kindly ...pleasure is mine🌹



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