I still dream about having you

One more time…

You have stolen my dreams with your return,

that so forgotten and so tired of waiting,

this time it came and that was the best…

You and i didn’t stop fucking

as we did before, as we always did…

You told me it was just a fad

and that you loved me again as

it was no longer funny.

You wouldn’t leave so much love

for so little and delicate future.

You offered me a good reconciliation session,

you made me laugh like in those days;

in a few minutes you had me in love again.

I don’t know what you gave me …

besides, of course, the privilege of seeing your thighs again

hitting with mine soaked in your juice,

that once again I believed you and I was happy.

I felt that we could carry on

with what we promised.

I felt that I could come

one more time with you

without the fear of losing you.

You had already accepted

that you left me for part of a fashion;

you were already bored with so much feminine love.

Me too…

with that desire to see the slip of your ass

taking my phallus as a guide,

I accepted you once more in my arms,

not without first taking you from behind;

for the old times…

I told you nothing was wrong

that they were phases and I forgave you,

that he was delighted to meet me

and come one more time with you.

And that I only needed a tender kiss to believe in you,

one like those days in our room.

And I did not see you in doubt …

With your lips at a short distance

I savored his memory in my mind

and without more, far from you, with precocity,

I woke up impatient.

I’m so stubborn that I still dream about having you…