My Love
My Love,
You are the one I truly miss
I miss your touch
And your genital kiss
I miss the way you play with your hair
When I tell you I love you
With such despair
My Love,
How are you so unaware
Of how much I care
About every little thing you do
And you don't even have a clue
That all the little things you do
Is what made me fall so hard for you
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