Hey there sweet thing
Roll over, it's morning
Wake me up with that sensual kiss
Give me what I really miss.
Let your flavor linger on my lips.
Pure skill rousing in me
The ability to cope emotionally.
Your love is my drug
Can't get enough
Even though you kill me
Give it to me rough.
Lowsy nights
And drowsy mornings.
All for one touch
That leaves me moaning.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Good Morning, Joe
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