I wanted to do this myself,
usually do,
simple process and no one interferes,
comfortable
eyes closed, and let my imagination begin to tease,
its always you,
while fingertips begin to trace,
that which I love to remember you,
I could never recreate your touch,
I would always miss the sweet reality of you
skin brushing my cheek, while I stretch out my hands
to envelop a buttock in my wet fingertips in the rhythm of your tongue
tracing love along my every desire ...
I'm here alone, imagining you,
wishing to travel together,
I want to return again, to you, to our
collaboration.