The rising of the sun reminds me of you.

Like a hot chocolate, I can’t resist you.

I pray for better days and a chance to hold you; to caress your body and make sweet love to you.

Heated

Jerale

Like a hot chocolate, I can’t resist you.

I pray for better days and a chance to hold you; to caress your body and make sweet love to you.

My days are lonely and my nights are cold: there’s no one to talk to or anyone to cuddle.

The memory of yesterday keeps me glued to you.

Like bread and butter: I long to eat you.

I wish to see you and express myself: to kiss you passionately and tell you I miss you.

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