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What I Wouldn't Give

What I wouldn’t give

to run my fingers

up and down 

her bare back again

To feel her skin 

on my skin

Her lips 

on my lips

Her hips moving 

with my hips

Her little moans

and how she says 

my name

as I thrust myself 

deep inside of her

And what I wouldn’t give

to feel her cum again

to lay there with her afterwards

grateful for her

I’d trade away everything I own

just to hear her moan

To throw her legs over my shoulders

and slowly slip inside of her

gently 

taking her

before 

taking her harder 

and deeper

I think I will always want to 

fuck her

We will always want to

rip each others clothes off

and now there is no one else I want to fuck

but her

She’s the only one

I want her

I want her so badly 

I’d fly across the country 

just to give her a 

kiss

And I’d run 

to her

just to feel her 

cum

I’d crawl to her

just to give her a 

hug

I’d pick her up

and pin her against the

wall

As I bounce her on my

cock

I think I’d like to fuck her nonstop

For fifty years

I only wish

She was still here . . .


CH 1/21/26

 
 
 

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