Have I lost it already?
Memories of how skin feels,
On skin.
It must be a loss.
To me it is.
For I loved that feel.
Followed by your scent,
That’s hard to recreate,
In imagination.
Now.
When I think of it,
Seems like a distant acquaintance,
But when I think of it,
It isn’t relating to you anymore.
Mixes fragrances of perfumes,
Where is you ?
Was that all you were?
Thought it was you and related it so,
Waking up
Wow.
Well sweetheart,
Of all that made up a false you,
Layers of something that I loved as your skin,
Concerned , caring versions of you,
Comes off as peels of onions,
Now Lord, did I cry?
I ve been bad at waking up,
Once I am, I am good to fly.
Did I play a song?
Tadow.
I ve got a new crush,
My fingers run in her hair,
She reciprocates in small moans,
Comes snuggling around.
Do I miss the fingers?
They got replaced,
I got a little coarse,
She likes it rough as well,
And I love her smell,
And she loves me unconditional.
Do I miss the touch,
Sometimes, I must admit,
But guess what,
She has a guy,
And I am okay,
Cause I have her,
And her
Paw.