Missing Frank

I have not tasted your lips in days.
Your love is what I crave.
I imagine the taste of your skin,
How you felt deep within.
I close my eyes.
Slip my hand between my thighs.
Run my fingers deep within I can almost feel you again.
Even though you are not here.
I am still begging you to FUCK ME my dear.
I pleasure myself to the point of ecstasy.
But it’s nothing compared to what you do for me.
I miss you my love, come home soon.
So we can make love under the Full moon.