I visit places
Where memories of you still echo
Where I can still smell you in the air
Places where I think
If I try hard enough
I can will you back into my existence
With enough Meditation
With enough Aggravation
With enough Jedi training
With enough Complaining
I could actually Make You Cum
. . . Ummmmm . . .
I mean
Come
Oops!
Freudian slip.
Although . . .
I do miss the tip
And the feeling on my lips
And your weight
Against my hips
And it's hard
not to get
Carried away
Because all I want is
For you to stay
And for you to play
With me