Special Tingle
If there is one thing
That I miss
It is the tender care
The love and kiss
You stand there waiting
With all your charms
You want me back
With open arms
You are the one
I miss so much
With a loving smile
And the tender touch
When we meet again
You will then see
You have never been
Away from me
When I visit you
You know I'm there
As I kiss your lips
And stroke your hair
I may be gone
But you are not single
You know I'm there
I am the special tingle
Written by David Boyce
25 May 2005
DavidBoyce©2005
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