i miss your bed
miss your perfume
miss the warmth
the feeling you're there
miss your mouth
your tongue
our bodies wrapped in darkness
me losing myself
and finding myself
between your legs
your moans
your words
your screams
piercing your room
wishing it
wanting it
wondering whether
i should write you about this
or write about this at all
all the while
i wonder if last night
was the last time
or if there are more nights to come
i know there are no promises
no deals no strings
here i am
wondering
and missing you
terribly