Is it wrong to miss his lips on mine?
Is it wrong to miss the way he man handled me?
His body on mine...
His hands,
Holding me to his body.
The way he pleased my lust.
The way he made me crave him.
His reassuring voice,
Saying it was okay to let go.
His slight groans.
The hungry look he got when he wanted me.
The way his hands roamed my body.
The way he pounded into me...
Thrusting in deeply.
The way he roughly penetrated me...
Leaves me longing.
His smell,
And taste,
Burned into my memory.
Never to be forgotten...
He was,
My love,
My lust.
My desire.
He saw me at my worst,
And at my best.
An...
I still miss him.
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Short Poems
ŞiirWritten: October 23, 2017 By: Jessica Thompson Short poems put together through time December 19, 2016 to current days. So please enjoy, they are my thoughts, and feelings, and everything.
