I miss the synchronized rhythm of your hips
I miss kissing the inside of your thighs
I miss looking deeply into your blue eyes
I miss all our stupid conversations , everything that was said
I miss the fact you no longer share our bed
I miss how you’d hold me real tight
I miss making love to you in the middle of the night
I miss the softness of your breast’s in the palm of my hands
I miss how you get me , when no one else understands
I miss , I miss
I miss you…
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