As I was laying in bed, thinking about you.
Your touch, your hands on my thighs.
Your smell, your cologne I miss everyday.
Your lips, against mine.
I though by myself I should’ve moved on by now.
Yet it’s 11:28 AM and I’m laying here.
Thinking about you.
Hoping you walk trough the door someday to tell me you miss me and hug me.
Although deep down I know it will never happen.
I can still hope, babe.
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