my lover poets

my name

I know its still my name that rolls of your tongue every time your two fingers are going inside her. 
It's my moans you imagine and remember because I know how much you loved hearing them, always trying to make the loudest moan come out of me every time.
And when your parents were home you always had to cover my mouth,
which sometimes I purposely moaned louder than I should
because I loved the way your hands would perfectly cover my mouth,
turning me on even more than you already did. 
You loved how I made you feel in every way, and not just sex.
I had the capability of making you hard from even the slightest touch,
even my presence and sight made you hard.
You'll remember how I moaned your name,
the perfect gasps and moans in between.
I know you'll never forget how you made my body feel,
the deeper and faster you went,
the louder I got. 
And I know now that it's all over,
no matter what girl you choose
or what girl you decide to put yourself in,
it'll always be me you think of.
It'll always be me you wish it was. 
How every time your fingers' actions are making her moan,
or your dick is going faster and faster
trying to make her sound as good as me,
they'll never be me.
In any way, and definitely not just with the sex.
They'll never be as good as me in any way.
I'll always be the one to be capable of loving you more than possible. 
And the name rolling off your tongue in groans,
never as good as what I did to you,
will be mine.