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



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Patrick M. Ohana

A medical writer who reads & writes fiction & some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. https://patrick-m-ohana.anthi-and-m.com