Freudian Slip

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