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addicted

I'm so addicted to
All the things you do
When you're going down on me
In between the sheets
All the sounds you make
With every breath you take
Itss unlike anything
when you're loving me

oh girl lets take it slow
so as for you well you know where to go
i want to take my love and hate you till the end

its not like you to turn away
from all the bullshit i cant take
it's not like me to walk away

i'm so addicted to all the things
you do when you're going down on me
in between the sheets
all the sounds you make with every breathe you take
its unlike anything
when you're loving me
i'm so addicted to all the things
you do when you're going down on me
in between the sheets
all the sounds you make
with every breathe you take
its unlike anything

i'm so addicted to the things you do
when you're going down on me
all the sounds you make with every breath you take
its unlike anything when you're loving me
when you're loving me


all the things you do
theres just got to be more to you and me


addicted to you

I tried

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I don't know but I am addicted to this song...

2 more days

The minutes drag - the seconds tick,
I wish for days - to pass by quick.
To feel your hands - touch my skin,
To feel your lips - softly kiss my chin.

Your warm breath - heating my heart,
As passion entangles - to never part.
I miss you so much - while, distance - I'm hating
As the clock~hands turn - for you... I'm waiting.

The time is so near - but still - too long.
Temporary separation - it feels so wrong!
Soon, I know - it'll be alright...
With you by my side - in bed, at night.

I need to be loved - I need to feel...
I yearn for the knowledge - of knowing it's REAL.
I wait impatiently - with time degrading,
With sleepless nights - for Love... I'm waiting.

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it's that one second before you leave
it's the door that never seems to close all the way
it's the window I wish you'd climb through
it's the shower curtain I leave half open
it's the way you mesh with me
it's the lemon before it is squeezed
it's this feeling that
my hands were perfectly made to fit your fingers,
my eyes were perfectly designed to see all the beauty in you
my mouth is perfectly made to recieve kisses from you
and my heart...is beating a million ants to a tree