Dearest Lover,
who ever comes after me will never be able to control your every move with the flick of their tongue like I can. The flick of my tongue cans send you soaring. When I bat my eyes, you know exactly how to love me down. The girl who comes after me will never know how to lure you in. She will never know how to tie you up with her words and leave you wanting more quite like I can.
So the next time we are in bed and you start to crave my skin. Just remember the moon
could never be replaced.
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Author:
Kruits (
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