I miss those
early morning runs
crosstown
over to kiss
your pretty little face.
Do you remember?
I'd tap lightly on your door
& you'd let me in.
There was never any fighting
our hot moments,
we were always
ready
to sin
& sin we did,
all over the place.

Those squishy sounds
we made
undercover,
the smacking wet ones
with your
forceful commands
& the real moans
& whispering sighs
were enough
to keep me high
on your list
of morning lovers.

I couldn't resist you,
you'd insist I stay
until the sunrise
& usually I did,
gazing at the eyes
I truly miss
because you
moved away.