I use to think about him.
The way he smiled
His scent
His arms wrapped around me
I use to want to feel him.
His chest against my breast
His lips upon my neck
His arms wrapped around me.
How I miss his sweetest of kisses
The days he'd call me lil misses.
His warmth and his tenderness.
Of his arms wrapped around me
There is no need to lie
Or reason to deny.
My heart wrapped in an emotional bind.
Because I miss the simplisticness
Of his arms wrapped around me.
Lady R 2013
This is the imagination I possess, the passion I uphold, the intriguing that I cause you to have. Enjoy the journey into my mind, heart, soul, and depths of my freaky nature.
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