I think of her
I lie in bed
I brush her hair
No words are said
I think of her
A breath of life
Skin to skin
Nails sharp as knives
I think of her
Her finger tips
Hold her down
Her luscious lips
I think of her
Her wants
My needs
The heat of love
I think of hee
I Want Her.
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