I feel as though the
days that pass
do so to tease me. I remember
the way you looked at me-
sex, need in your eyes. Sex.
The best sex. Love gave
tight hugs, thorough, deep
kisses in between
pumps. Language- we
didn’t have to speak
to say it.
In two days I’ll
see you again, yet my mouth
waters more each minute.
Kiss me
just like that night. My
body goes light. There’s
a tickling against my
spine and I
cannot describe how good it
feels, I only know it’s cause, I
dread these two days more.
It feels as though
the days that pass
do so to tease me.