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I miss the touch of your lips on my body,

I miss the taste of your flesh on my tongue,

And the way I lightly stroke you with the tip just for fun,

Giving you that stare like the nights just begun,

Two separate bodies,

Coming together as one,

Never stopping until we extinguish loves passionate fire,

Like the sea does the sun,

Our hearts, hands, and thighs,

All tangled and intertwined,

Body language left no need to read between the lines,

And the way I make you scream…

I’m certain that it’s mine.