I crave the magic, the expectations,
the poetry, the "this is our song".
I crave the laughs, the smiles,
the hugs, the kisses, the shouts,
the fights, the make up sex.
I crave your eyes looking at me,
telling me you could fuck the hell out of me,
I crave the moans, the yells,
the fatigue after eating you,
I crave the smiles after the orgasms,
and falling asleep right by your side.
I crave you, I crave you.
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