1-21-04
3:30 pm
It's funny sometimes how life works.
Every time I think of you against that wall I shiver.
Every time I see your photo it sends a tingle up my spine.
Every time I think of that day my body aches.
Every time I see you there above me my clit throbs.
Every time I think of that day in Xxxx my heart skips a beat.
Every time I dream of you, I have to spend some time with myself.
Will the day ever come that it is not memories or photos?