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About her.
Do you think about her?
As much as you think about me?
Because I was under the impression,
As if you were to keep guessing.
That it was solely my neck that you caressed.
But I was only in a position to be undressed.
A sorrowed lust, rushed to your fingertips.
That seem to move faster than your quivering lips.
Only to succumb to the suggestion of your hips,
As you tell another girl "you've missed this"
As much as you think about me?
Because I was under the impression,
As if you were to keep guessing.
That it was solely my neck that you caressed.
But I was only in a position to be undressed.
A sorrowed lust, rushed to your fingertips.
That seem to move faster than your quivering lips.
Only to succumb to the suggestion of your hips,
As you tell another girl "you've missed this"
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