“Her thighs were my life.
Pulling every fantasy out of my imagination, and into our passionate reality.
a new flame igniting us into oblivion.
I miss the warmth of her brown-eyed stare.
as I thrust deeper and deeper.
She may have known others,
but none admired every curve like me.
I miss being deep inside,
the moans both whispered and screamed into each ear.
I miss the inferno between my queens legs,
singeing me into serenity.”©