That Place He Fills
Untouched love I love him more now I did than, He is sweet, kind, and true. But he is her's and not mine, and it makes me blue. We never touched, we never kissed in flesh, but when talked, we made love, Oh, how we would mesh. Every fantasy and every dream, We even shared our needs We explored each one until we found We were happy and pleased. He took me places and I'd never been Brought me pleasure I never knew, We made love as if toget...