Your scent still lingers


I miss the sound of your voice
I miss those bright eyes
I miss how you say hi and pull me close; wrapping your arms around me and I know that I’m safe
I miss how you hold my hand just alittle bit longer before letting go
I miss all those opportunities of sneaking peeks at you; watching you, studying your beauty
I miss waking in your arms and being woke with a kiss and a latte
I miss Portage
I miss take-out in bed and late night nachos and chocolate covered strawberries
I miss your soft lips and tongue
I miss your hi’s between each kiss
I miss your hands and the way you touch me
I miss your skin brushing mine
I miss your hips thrusting into mine
I miss your sweet cum in my mouth
I miss your wet pussy against mine
Your scent still lingers

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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