Poor you, I pity you because you think of me when you're with her.
You wish it were
my hands you were holding,
my thighs you were caressing,
my lips you were kissing,
my neck you were licking,
my body you were touching.
You wish it were
Or maybe
I wish it was
your body I was touching,
your neck I was licking,
your lips I was kissing,
your thighs I was caressing,
your hands I was holding.
I wish it was.
Poor me, you pity me because I think of you when I'm with him.
YOU ARE READING
you, me, and love
PoetryFeelings translated into words because my heart overflows with so much love for you. -shesunshine, "you, me, and love"
