- Erotic Poetry
- Missing muffin
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It hurts to be without her.
I try not to think of her to lessen the pain.
The only thing that eases my pain is to think of her more.
Im feeling her on me, im tasting her wet fingers, my fingers running through her hair.
She thinks im not fond of her breasts, nothing is further from the truth.
I miss her voice, her wit, her laugh.
My mojo is back but wasted as shes not mine.
Im in the shower with her each morning and my cock pressed against the small of her back as i gently kiss her neck, then i open my eyes.
I dare say she has found others by now as she does each time we split.
I wake each morning and feel her next to me , then i wake to realise it was a dream
she is haunting me and i hope its forever.
My cock is craving her moist pussy, my hot cum is needing to be in her ass, my ears need to hear her cum.
I miss my muffin.
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