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Soft, warm, lingering kisses that go on and on
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Nothing
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I miss all the little things I did to let her know how much I cared, The intimate massages, kisses down the back of her neck...carressing her body as she lie next to me, Making love to her as our souls danced in the heat of passion to there own song.
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the touch the feel of
cotton |
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I miss all the little things I did to let her know how much I cared, The intimate massages, kisses down the back of her neck...carressing her body as she lie next to me, Making love to her as our souls danced in the heat of passion to there own song. Why are you single????!!!!! |
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Nothing I'm sorry |
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She betrayed my trust...
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Our secret code words
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She betrayed my trust... I'm so sorry..... |
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Her loss, I am thinking. But thank you.
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Nothing I'm sorry Why? To mourn for a past, denies the future of its own beauty. Has the best of my life truely past, and never to be enjoyed again? I don't think so. |
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Her loss, I am thinking. But thank you. Yep...absolutely....her loss |
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well said, and right on.
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Our song
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Nothing I'm sorry Why? To mourn for a past, denies the future of its own beauty. Has the best of my life truely past, and never to be enjoyed again? I don't think so. That's a good way to think about it. |
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Laying my head on his shoulder
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running my fingers through his hair while he kissed me
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snuggling on the couch on a lazy Sunday afternoon
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a look from across the room
feeling his presence before i even see him hearing his voice and my hearts skips |
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Knowing at the end of the day he's gonna be walkin through the door
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