The morning sun streaking through my window.
The morning sun streaking through my window.
A day in bed with you? Yes. An afternoon spent making out? Yes. Snogging? Yep. Giggling? Probably.
One take like an earthquake make the bed break,
We be famous worldwide overnight
And get tired of magazine articles we’re forced to write.
I take a delight in making the bed springs sing all night,
If lovin’ you is wrong I don’t wanna be right.
Among the many wonderful things to do on brilliant Sundays is to enjoy breakfast in bed.
One more week until I see you.
Kiss the hell out of me.
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In the afterglow.
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If you don’t know what this is like… I’m sorry.
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I am sorely in need of some intimacy with my woman. I’m head over heels for her and I haven’t seen her in a week.
Playful. Intimate. The right kind of naughty.
Wait. Yes, there IS a better way to spend Sunday.
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