I Miss Your Lips

A dissident sonnet

Photo by Rishabh Dharmani on Unsplash

I miss your breathtaking smile at the door
Which only you were responsible for
I miss your lips parting with words and kisses
No matter when time created misses
I miss my hands along your thighs and ass
My arms were long enough for every pass
I miss my mouth licking your pussy’s lips
Before focusing on their top eclipse
I miss the soft sound of your “I’m coming”
How I want to hear it within drumming
I…