Missing You Tonight
by 
Rupert Smythe
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Posted: 11 March 2005 Word Count: 26 Summary: This is something that I came up with once I realised that I wasn't going to be with my wife that night. I was going to relative's house and I wrote this on the train to Basingstoke. I think it's very natural and caring as my wife's concern of missing me that evening was quite genuine. She was very pleased when I showed it to her the next day after my return especially as I had written it from her point of view. |
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Tonight I'll miss your buttocks' clench
Firmly 'round my fisted hand
And savour still your ripe spunk stench
As I rub and oil my organ gland.
Firmly 'round my fisted hand
And savour still your ripe spunk stench
As I rub and oil my organ gland.
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