My mind is taken back

to a place in time,

a time in which

my soul did find.

My perfect match.

The very best catch.

One that fit my body,

oh so well.

The one that brought me sexually

out of my shell.

I miss the way you felt,

the way that you looked at me

that made me quiver and melt.

Sexy was your middle name,

because you knew how

 to play the game.

I have never been the same

since the day you did tame,

and in doing so, I came and came.

Explosively, powerfully, shaking my body

all over the place.

You grabbed the remaining lace

to break it all free,

breaking away all barriers

to the final degree.

You worked your magic

and the end was anything but tragic.

Nails digging and clutching skin,

teeth biting again and again.

Thighs rubbing thighs

to accomodate your manly size.

What a perfect specimen

and a rare gem.

Your rock hard tool

made me heavily drool.

Riding the wave

caused us to crave.

Bucking harder with flesh against flesh,

deeper and deeper our forms did mesh.

From somewhere within

the flood gates opened

again and again.

We gripped each other,

 skin against skin.

Thighs pressed tightly

paralyzed in motion,

 letting the sensations

run through our bodies,

with the creation of

our own love potion.