Thoughts regarding her

I still think fondly of you and,
sometimes dream about your hand.  
  
Sometimes I still miss your touch,  
masturbation is just a crutch.  
   
I remember you bound, under my control,  
so much more than lovely gaping holes.  
   
You are the missing piece of me I miss,  
longing for the feel of your warm piss.  
   
We were so great! Why'd it end? It was so sad.  
We shouldn't hate. Learn to mend. It is not bad.  
   
We loved to love, and did all day,  
showing others how to play.  
   
Hurt or squirt, it's all the same,  
in the darkness of the game.  
   
Moving forward is not an option,    
but growing colder is the caution.  
   
I wish you well and best regards,  
ours was but a house of cards.  
   
I need to grow. A lil late. Who can say?  
And now I know. It was fate. A new day.