The end of the disintegration
not just missing the companionship
but the swelling of seas and the thought
of ships colliding.
I don't miss you nearly as much
...as I miss your touch.

I miss your inner thighs,
your loud moans
and cries -
of pleasure.
As I stroked you
up and down,
and swirled my tongue
kissing you in hidden places.

My legs up high,
your heart,
pulsing.
your face
between my legs,
me convulsing.

As the slow flicker
of your tongue across
the top of me,
makes me swell
like the rageous of seas.

I swear I won't
hold it against you,
just you against me,
and when the fun is over -
I won't resist to let you free.

Just let me know in this,
this feeling of reminisce...
If I'm alone in it.
That you miss the clashing of
our bodies and the way
our bodies meld.
and I'm not the only one in Texas
who wouldn't mind being held.