Touch of a Lover
I still miss the touch of a lover.
Those tips reading me like braille.
Caressing and investigating.
Always arousing without fail.
I still miss the touch of a lover.
It is so cold now in my bed.
I liked to sleep cupped together.
After our clothes were shed.
I still miss the touch of a lover.
One familiar with my desires.
Knowing all the secret places
to set me right on fire.
I still miss the touch of a lover.
It seems he misses me too.
I am so tempted to return.
My body yearns for you.
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