Your Sex

I miss your sex

the carnality and debasement

the objectifying touch

That worked me so,

So good

You knew me well

That was the perception

Although many words were not exchanged

(No sober words to speak of)

Our fingers, toes, thighs, lips made music and poetry

A lifetime worth of sustenance and rumination
Guttural sounds emerge as I close my eyes 
Around indulgent thoughts of you

I loved your cock

I loved when you shoved my head down over it
greedily slipping it into my throat

I loved the fragrance and texture of your beard

I still know the flavor: my Pussy

In many ways you ruined me

We fucked
and fucked

You were my freedom for a very short time