I miss...

The nervous smiles. The biting of lips.

Flirtatious looks would rile between rum and coke sips.

Leaning in too close, feeling my heart skip.

Perfume smells of rose as I squeeze your hips.

As I pull your hair, As you grab my dick,

It's just not fair our lust makes me sick.

Makes me dream of you on my loneliest days,

Of when time flew And we'd fuck all ways,

And I'd pull on your hair as you'd talk so crass!

Then a climax we'd share as I'd slap your ass.

Then we'd talk all night with our bodies drenched,

But the sweat feels right when our thirst was quenched.

We'd recount our dreams and share our desires,

And hours would seem like minutes to our fire.

Now while drinking rum cokes I think of our carnal bliss

And all our little jokes. That's what I miss.