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Click herewhen it rains,
I think about you kissing me
for the first time, and the other times too
but most of all,
I think about being in the back of your truck
down by the river...I can't NOT think about that.
it was just an old quilt
and some little bottles of wine
we didn't even need a corkscrew
it felt so good and so right
sex was never so satisfying for me
-don't know when it will ever be that good again
so now you say you won't kiss my neck anymore
down the valley between my breasts
where you once sipped wine
you won't run your hands over me
stroke me until the wetness tempts you too much
give me the pleasure of your warm mouth
I dream of kissing you
I can almost feel your body on top of mine
I wake to find that it's all in my imagination
I can't kiss you, and play with your lower lip
run my fingers through your hair
I'll never breathe in the scent of your skin
I want to straddle you
rock my hips
and glide my wetness along your hardness
teasing, brushing my breasts against your bare chest
until we can't stand it
and you move your hips to press deep inside me
and now I'm supposed to stand in front of you
and not reach out to stroke your hair
or kiss your face
not have you hug me and lift me off the ground
and press your warm body against mine
never again
not even when it rains