Do I miss you
Or what you used to do?
Under the sheets,
Together we flew.
You were always so willing
For my desires to be fulfilling.
Without even asking,
Your every movement thrilling.
But now when I think back
All I feel is a lack.
I miss the opportunity to explore,
While resenting the sexual flashback.
Soon, I will find someone new
And replace the thoughts of you.
We will explore and play
We will love and screw.
But as good as that will be
Our connection will land differently.
She won’t be you,
Despite thoroughly satisfying me.
Please don’t get me wrong
When she goes I’ll miss her song.
Your tune and hers will entwine,
And I will not be strong.
No, flashbacks will still come,
You and her in a nightly scrum.
Memories of us fucking on replay
Leaving me numb.
Will I miss her,
Or how she used to purr?
Our nights outside together
Playing exhibitionist and voyeur.
But of course, there will be a third
To play with me and a safe word.
That tune needs another instrument,
Perhaps I’ll nickname her songbird.
You three together in my mind
Imagining our loving combined.
I’ll have us doing things we never dared.
Our sessions will no longer be confined.
Reality will become inspiration,
A fantastic memory dilation.
None of you alone could ever match
My new internal fixation.
In my mind you will forever be staying,
Forever teasing and forever slaying.
Forever I will have you nearby,
And forever your song will be playing.
