Sometimes I wish I had never met her, so I didn't sit here at night and think about her. Wondering if her taste was as sweet as her smile. if I could ever get tired or kissing her lips. I wish I didn't look back at that time but could look forward to being in her presence once again. I still can't understand how she knew how to make me smile. How she knew exactly what spot would cause my body to contort in pleasure. I want to pick her brain and listen. I wish I could learn from her all the secrets her old soul has been keeping. To be continued...
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