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Late At NightLate at night, In the midst of myself, I think of you, Missing you in all, The worst ways, Your so sweet, Always telling me that I'm sexy That I'm beautiful Making me feel like Heaven on a Dailly basis Yeah I know That you ain't Perfect but you Full of what every Man should be Everytime our bodies Touch It's ecstasty Simply an act So sensual and divine you touch me deep inside Str8 to my soul I know that If people knew What we do They wouldn't understand Nobody'll understand Our love So i'll keep it all To myself and Keep my thoughts On you Late at nite Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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