I love loving you.....
Like your touch.... so soft it grabs hold of my soul. I remember us from long ago when the nights would grow cold but we would roll on cause we, just couldn't let go......
I love loving you
Like your kiss ... Your lips are forever missed... High nights... Our lips and bodies would intertwine together and flow like butter, melting over the best.... Whatever. No matter what it was... It was good. Our lips were like that. Locked and shook we had no idea where we were except .... Together
I loved loving you, too bad it didn't last forever
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