Months have gone by and still

I find my thoughts turn to you.

Almost a year...twelve months

Could we have known?

Your lips whisper and sing to me

Songs that remind of the past.

Had I but known, would I

have entered your life quite so fast?

I wanted your words touching me

Sharing in new erotic ways.

They speak to me personally now

As your lips survey me as I lay.

Time has a way of moving faster

looking forward to our bodies entwined.

Learning each place that I touch

Giving you pleasure fills my mind!

Twelve months, soon a year

since you cried out for me.

Meeting your body, finding you near

Images emerge; memories rear...