I Miss Being Wanted
© by Chuckest@aol.com 1/2004
And being held in your arms
Your lips exploring my body
As I drink in your charms.
I miss having your fingers
Run gently through my hair
And all your tender kisses
That told me that you care
I miss hearing you whisper
Words of seduction’s allure
And how my body would tingle
Cause your love felt so pure
I miss all these things and more
All the things you could be
But most of all I really miss
The feeling that you want me
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