I think of your lips
On the hollow of
my neck.
Practiced hands
Roaming my body.
I fantasize about your kiss.
And the heat of your love.
But you’re so far away,
And we haven’t even met.
So I’ll just sit here and dream.
Dream that you were mine.

I think of your lips
On the hollow of
my neck.
Practiced hands
Roaming my body.
I fantasize about your kiss.
And the heat of your love.
But you’re so far away,
And we haven’t even met.
So I’ll just sit here and dream.
Dream that you were mine.
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