The ‘I miss you’ Text

I know
I said I was done with you.
I know
I blocked your calls.
But I still feel you
filling me
between
my sugar walls.
I can’t escape
the invading thoughts
of our very last
encounter.
Bent over
with my leg up
on the kitchen counter.
It surprised me
when you pulled out
Of me
to get a taste..
Lapping my sweetness,
not leaving a trace.
Making your entrance
the second time around,
Lifting me up
with each stroke,
dicking me down.
I can’t help
but remember
how good it felt,
how sweet
our sexual aroma smelled.
How well we
play together
when we try
to get along.
My push for
reconciliation
is getting strong.
I know
I said some
crazy things.
I told you
to go to hell.
But I really need
for you to come
and ring
my doorbell.
Just the thought
of touching you
again
makes my clit swell.
If these 4 walls
could talk,
there’s no saying
what they would tell.
They see
the distress
that this distance
has left.
They see
me caress
my nipples
and breast.
Baby I confess
I’ve failed this test,
Let’s make it up,
the way
we know best.
My pride,
I put aside
and to rest.
Let me know
how you feel
when you get this text..