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My taste for sweet soft skin

never knowing where you've been.



I try very hard not to think of you

But all I do is feel like a damn fool.



The intimate memories we shared

haven't been the same since we paired.



A kiss on every inch of your body

was your fault for being naughty.



As I wake in the middle of the night

my mind and my ears, tired, putting up a fight.



Time went by during that peaceful day

thinking of "your playground" where I used to play.



Lots of turning, swinging, sliding, and sweating

I'm sure theres many more things i'm forgetting.



Yes, they were good memories...at the time,

now I sit here in a memory cell...regretting the crime.