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12:15 a.m. :: 2002-08-09 I'm going to miss your hands these days, honey. I'm going to miss your fingers and my scent. You lips, wet and not with your saliva. I'm going to trace my own fingers, Wishing for yours And your face Makes it all even better And your tongue Even better. But more than I'm going to miss you My body will more. The way you tease With fingers and lips Kissing along my neck My back My shoulders I'm going to miss you honey And you know why I'm going to miss you? Because I am David's slut. And I vote We make this better when you get home. Did you miss...? |
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