Don't you dare telling me you don't love me anymore, you don't miss my touch, the way we kissed, my arms around your back, the stolen wet kisses in your neck, our dirty talk, you grabbing my ass and slapping it like no one did before, that hash voice when you whisper in my ear, the way you make me wet, how you excite my inner hoe. I'll tell you how I imagined us. We are laying in bed, we played fifa, we took a shower together, well just to not waste water. You sleeping in my stomach, grabbing my boob and kissing my imperfections. Or maybe something naughty, we making love, as passionate as our feelings, we are both wild and free, you are inside me, so deep that I pull your hair, and my nails scratching your back. You are here with me, screaming my name while shaking, making an explosion of bright perle! You rush into me, push me beyond my limits, for God Sake ! I suffer, suffer from pleasure when you push my turd.
Don't tell me you don't miss that because I do, I miss you.
