Just A Girl Who Loved Another Girl
Does it ever stop.....?
I just can't stop thinking about her. I can't stop myself
from missing her and wanting her back. Why? What's wrong
with me? I miss the laughs, the fun and yes even the sex.
She was great and absolutely beautiful. Even though she
had so many hang ups when it came her to body, all I saw
was greatness. I crave her so much. I find myself thinking
about her when I lay in the bed we made love in countless
times. Last night the moonlight and the sound of rain
drops at my window made me need her. I almost picked up
the phone to call her but then I reminded myself of our
last conversation. It was short and cold. I just miss my