BedTime
I know its not right
i'm holding tight, but
it's getting harder to fight
How soft was your touch
O I miss it so much
you were very gentle, and
never one to rush
Do you think about me
like I think about you
it's been almost a year
don't know how I got through
I still daydream
about those romantic scenes
they play well in my head
with all my fantasies
What we had wasn't love
it was definitely lust
great pleasure for us both
that we kept on the hush
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