LOST
I some time feel your @$$ in my hands
I feel this want to make plans.
want to get away with you and work on our tans..
build us up using nothing but our hands.
but like tiny pieces of sand my plan has holes in it
and went by too fast, watched it thru the glass,
I was hoping it would last.
three sand boxes down.. still missing the sound
of your perfect lips parting and coming back together.
never thought "never" ended, we went from sugar to Splenda
and things taste fake and false now.
Its soy milk.. not even from a cow.
WOW
so I'm back on the prowl, had to thro in the towel
because I see right now I cant get what I'm craving from you.
I'm feeling it... but you don't fill it to.
lost
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