I long for you,
I dream of you,
I wish you to embrace,
I long to trace your smiling face,
And to caress your loveliest place,
With honorable grace!
I long to hold you nearby,
With roses, in bed,
To breathe your sweet perfume and fly,
To heavens sky!
To hell of lie!
Where kisses have just led!
I miss you ever so much,
I want to hold you tight,
And gently stroke your back, so light,
As I can do, without any press,
But using all my mighty might,
And to caress! Caress!! Caress!!!
Caress
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