unfinished poem.

it’s not just
the words
that i
miss.
it’s the way you
fuck
my
mind.

it’s not just
the way
you
touch
me
that i long for.
it’s the way
you
make
me
tingle
between
my legs
leaving me
breathless
and
wanting;

it’s that
sweetness
in the air
after i cum
from
the mere
thought
of
you
touching
me,

in that way
that only
you
know how…