I may be possessive but I want you all the time and I love the way you weave your fingers through my hair and kiss me with your soft and tender lips.
I love the way you touch me; the way your tender hands stroked my body. O how I can’t wait for you to love me again.
I think about you all the time and all I really want you to know is that you’re the one I’m loving.
And I need you.
All I need is you.
I need you to know that if I don’t make it home, you’re the only one person I’ll be lovin’.
And I’ll be lovin’ you forever. Because in truth, you’re my light and the other half of my soul.
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