I didn't realise how much I missed you

I'm hungover and my
Stomach is churning
While my head is throbbing
Though not from the vodka I continue consuming
So now I'm chain smoking
Poorly rolled cigarettes
Because it reminds me
of how you taste
And it helps my hands to stop shaking
While they're not intertwined
Or creating canyons down your back
While you deflower what you
Call my lotus
Or rather a cunt when you are
In the spirit of it