Ribbon Earings

Moments of pleasure that are in the past
Moments of pleasure always seem to last
I keep her warmth here inside of me
She is my warmth as I please


Some lovers travel to find afinity
My lust has travelled to find sanity
I hear her voice caressing my mind
A longing for what we had


As we recover from our past mishave
I miss the happiness that we used to have

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