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I CRAVE YOU

I have a craving in my soul that I can't let go. A craving in my soul that I don't want to let go, Lord I crave you. From the beginning of the morning when I opened up my eyes to the end of the night. Before I close them, I crave you. Like a pregnant woman with some ice cream, pickles, and a hot sausage, I crave you. Your being your every being your presence I crave for your conversation I crave your attention I crave you to be everything you wanna be to me Lord I crave you and this craving this longing this wanting this desire, that I have reaches a depth that I have never felt before. I crave you i desire you to be in my everyday conversations, I desire you to talk back to me, i desire your present because you're omni and you want to be everywhere with me and i desire Your attention when I speak You are the king of kings and lord of lords, yet and you have picked me. Lord, i crave you like i crave my legs to be massaged after a 12-hour shift on my feet i crave you like i want a bath bubble bath hot steaming with candles and soft music playing Lord I crave you in my every being I crave you when i open my mouth so that only you can speak and I crave you that when I look at people it's you that I see I crave you Lord I crave you I crave you and Lord, it is only you and with you is where I want to be lord i crave you It ain't that deep, i crave everything you are everything you'll ever be to me i crave you for all that you are creator of the heavens, moons, and stars - i crave you lord you Every single day of my life every fiber in my being craves your desire. I crave you Lord and all that you'll ever be I crave you lord cause you desire me

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