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I miss you much each split second;
when you're not between my arms.

Have to admit that you're living;
in my every thought, on each smile.

You're my greater luck; my sweetest feeling;
every bit of you it's all i desire.

Now im living a dream, of your soft touch
your belly button; the flesh of your hips

On top of my world: your sharp teeth;
to eat me alive; and turn me yours.

At the end i've realized: nostalgia is silly
making me want your bites through all my life.