i miss her
the way her skin felt against mine
the way she’d tease me by
kissing my inner thigh
the way she’d dance
hips swinging
begging for the caress of my eyes

i miss him
rough lips pressed
against my tattoo
callused fingers rubbing circles
up my back and down my spine

stuffed full of adrenaline
feeling orgasmic bliss
cradling the memories of a lost time

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