The Aftermath

I miss your touch,
the one I never had.
I miss your lips,
the ones I never kissed.
I miss the way you loved me
for a time.
Feelings of desire that never
overcame.
Lust and passion that drove me
to the peak of ecstasy.
Just the thought of you
was enough.
I miss the way you forced me
to love you
for a time,
The way you made me succumb
to your fantasies
I miss it all
I miss it all
If you only knew the way I felt
about us
about us
maybe then could you really have
appreciated the good times,
the times when we would share
a laugh
in the middle of our forbidden
sheets of euphoria.
Chilled.