Touching her was magic
To my finger tips
Her soft supple lips
The quencher
To my thirsty drip
Her sensual kiss
As soft as a petals bliss
Never ending love
I always miss.
I wish she was the one
That understood
The place I’m in
Her gentle love
The one that’s always
Hit or miss.
It’s sad it’s come to this
But now I know
It is what it is.

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