He called me, and I answered.
I wanted so bad to make him a part of my world;
Wanted him to enter gently, mess up the place;
Cause a little disturbance, bring a smile to my face.
I wanted so bad for him to take me back to where our love met,
The long days and private nights of calculated kisses and cold Moet.
He called me, and I answered.
I wanted so bad for him to cum and never leave;
Wanted him to relax, sit back, and thank the heavens above
For the perfect fit; nestled tightly in me like hand in glove.
I wanted so bad for those moments to last until eternity,
So I’d never have to reminisce, and only be left to a memory.
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