Shooting star.... u know like the bad company song

I guess you could say i miss your  
Soft kiss your warm imbrace  
Everytime i think of you my black  
Tar filled heart begins to race  
Sometimes its just to much to  
Take for fuck sake  
 
Rember that time i fucked your face  
And pulled your hair  
As u began to squirm with want for my cock  
 
Well i rember.... Well i rember very well
 
Rug burn on your knees and ass
Fucking like a bunch off cum drunk teenagers
Skipping class

Every dirty thought roams around to you
How i long to be deep inside you
Fucking you kissing you missing you
Loving you filling you full of hot cum
Nothing beats a slap on the bum
See you after next class