Miss the taste of what was excitement
Miss the tingling tips of lips
Fingers
Toes
Anything you trace across me
Miss the look of I am a goddess
Ravishing me with all you have
Breathing heavy in my own little world
Breathing heavy as the thoughts enter my mind
Dirty?
Bad?
Most likely illegal in many states
Doesn't matter to me
You were my toy
Now I am playing with my imagination
till you come home
Its like an acoustic version of us in bed
Not the same
Still gets the point across
But lacking something
YOU

10/08/2002

Author's Note: To Lew.

Posted on 10/09/2002
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