I Miss, by Shannon
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I miss kissing your lips
I miss rubbing your hips
I miss kissing your neck
and giving you a little peck
I miss rubbing your chest
I think you are the best
Running my hands in your hair
I wish that I was there
I miss you grinding against me
I wish you could do that still
Your warm body touching mine
I wish we had more time
Now I miss you looking at me
Filling my heart with glee
I had a blast at the movies
Eventhough we didn't watch it really
When you left I was all alone
But part of you was here with me
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Posted: 2005-10-23 06:00:07 UTC |
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