To admit that I miss it,
With you!
To you.
Would be madness.
Since I was the one,
Who told you to forget it.
I was the one,
Who caused us to split.
To admit that I miss it,
With you!
To you.
Would be madness.
I can not sleep without you creeping...
To keep me awake.
Replaying those good times in my mind.
And doing 'that' all the time.
More today then when you walked away,
From us.
I can not think without a thought of you.
And who you're with and who you screw.
And if they do you now...
Like I use to do you.
To have you nibbling on their ears...
With whispers of you wishing in sighs,
How much you wanted me...
To go deeper, deeper, deeper inside!
And I am still addicted.
To the dripping sweats.
And that cigarette after sex.
To admit that I miss it,
With you!
To you.
Would be madness.
Since I was the one,
Who told you to forget it.
I was the one,
Who caused us to split.
And thinking of it...
As I smoke and not enjoy it one bit.
Lighting another cigarette,
With you and me in my mind having sex.
And dripping wet to get,
Towels to dry!
Lawrence S. Pertillar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lighting-another-cigarette/
