Standing in front of my
mirror tracing where your
hands caressed me last
night with my eyes down
my body.
Remembering how your
lips felt against mine
brushing our body's
together.
Remembering how good
you felt under my fingers
closing my eyes moaning
softly from my own touch.
Remembering your lips
moving down my body
feeling your tongue playing
down my body needing
more wishing for more
begging for more.
But we both know the
truth Seems like I'm lost
in lovers lust or are you
lost in another paradise
seems like you don't want
me like you need her.
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