I miss the charade, the running away, the getting caught.
I miss the role play, the tease, the right spot.
I miss the caress, the dampness, the clothes in the way,
I miss the glistening sweat, the weight, the words you say,
I miss the warmth, the way it eases in, the way it fills,
I miss the moans, the sighs, and the way you shudder – and all is still.
I miss the contentment – at the end of what we do.
Funny though. That despite it all,
I don’t miss you.