I wouldn't miss you I said, perhaps a lie I've tried to convince my head.

I haven't stopped thinking about you so frivolous in my bed.

Your an amenity it seems I must retire.
Though I still just want to dance in the darkness of your perfervid desires.

Bask in the raging flames of your unfurling wildfires.

Trying to distract myself so thoughts of you disappear. Inside my mind you seem to be adhered.

Those late nights in my room, now my bed sheets smell like you.

The things you do to my body, steady like the tide push and pull like oceans do.

Follow your lead as you take me by the hips, until your name breathlessly escapes my lips.

Now feeling as though a flower deprived of sun, I still know it was all in fun.

You lifted me up as though I've never been so high. But now you have gone, and I won't ask why.

Needless to say it would be untrue, if I had said I didn't miss you.