george albot


Need It, Need You


Each thought of you still fills me with the deepest love
You completely fulfill me
I’m totally over board nothing will or can replace you

And theses feeling, I have I wish you could be in my heart
Right now to know and to feel all of my emotions
And I hope that you still feel the same for me
I still think you are fantastic to be with
Still as sexy and adorable

I don’t think you’ll ever lose the power
That you have over me,
You make me quiver and still give me butterflies
After all this time and the feeling don’t change
I need to consume you again, and I need it to be soon
Hope you can find a way
I love the hold you have on me
PS
I love your big fat juices pink lips
And they need to be kiss
And then, ’’ and then
XXX

Submitted: Thursday, June 27, 2013
Edited: Friday, June 28, 2013

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