
Twisting on my large bed
Indulged in the thoughts of you
Wishing you in my blanket
Covering you with love that grew
Your melodious voice haunting
Echoing my name each time
Your gaze that scans my being
Burns me in this passionate flame
Wanting to feel your breathe
On the closed eye-lids of mine
Dying for your tender touch
That ignites the fire so fine
If I could taste your pinky lips
And savor the sweetness inside
Caressing you under my blanket
As if you are right beside
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