You

I can't sleep because you are still all over me. Your scent remains. I can taste your mouth still inside mine. I feel a deep sensation.

Lips touch lips. Tongues intertwined. Hands touch skin. You keep me warm. You still have me captured- your strong arms holding us together. Close because there could be no such thing as being close enough.

I find myself moving to our rhythm at the very thought of our nights in bed. I remember my head in your hands, hair a mess. My legs hugging yours and you

reaching deep within my body with your beautiful, thick, long penis. The very thought of that makes me throb and long for you again.

I could call you, "Home".

Let me go. Or never let me go.