HE WORKS

by A Red Rose   May 26, 2007


He works all the time i miss him ,never has time for his love ,but he has to live right i miss the hot steamy nights we have spent together making love ,oh baby i miss you in my arms hot kisses ,the feel of your body next to mine ,please take time to live baby,i need you so,come over and spent time with your love,when your man works your left alone ,baby do ya have to work so much ,come play with your baby

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