you

**Be advised: this poem is explicit. If you’re under 17 or easily offended, stop now. :)** 

with too much time

on my hands all i do

is think of you

everything makes me

think of you

the violets are blooming in

my garden and my

desire is blooming

for you

i hear the roar of a truck

and i think

of you

lovers words in a song and

the sweet sound of guitar

and i think

of you

i pass the old building and

i think

of you

remembering our secret trysts

on the 6th floor…..

so hot, so urgent, so hurried

i want to be there now

with you

i want to see you every day

like i used to and be

with you

stolen lunchtimes in the

park

touching, sighing, kissing

we couldn’t get enough….

still cannot get enough….

i want your hands on me

desperately

urgently

i need to feel your hot, hard

throbbing need for me

your mouth on my tits

sucking me your fingers in me

your scratchy beard burning

my skin feels so good

the initial pain of you

entering me, spreading me

pushing into me hard

it’s

all

so

good

but all i can do right now

is remember and think

of you

until next time

soon, baby, soon