I sit and think about all the times we have sex,

All the times you f**ked me,

And I squirm.

Squirm as if you're here with me,

Touching me,

Kissing me,

Licking me,

F**king me.


I wish I didn't have to remember,

But that's the only thing I have.

You aren't here,

I'm not there.

Distance is a MF and all I have are these damn memories. 

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