I miss your warm toutch against my skin,
How i wish things were the way they was then.
I miss the way you press your lips against my lips,
I miss the way you toutched my hips.
I miss your warm and gentle voice,
If only i had the choice.
The choice of falling in love with you,
But now its all threw.
Theres no turning back time,
But i wish i could still call you mine.
 
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