Out my door
The Sun starts to come up, it's time to say goodbye, I can't convince you to st8ay with me, so I won't even try
I watch gather up your things, then your heading for my door, I hear the lock go click, I'm alone again once more
From moments of pure ecstasy, to the empty feeling of being on my own, laying here in my bed, with just poetry on my phone
If I close my eyes real tight, I can still feel your goodbye kiss, pictures of our evening, are just reminders of the things I'll miss
Your soft sweet skin touching mine, the smell of your sweet perfume, remnants of much happier times, when you were here inside my room
I run my tongue around my mouth, hunting for your pussy's taste, searching for the last drop of you, these things I cannot waste
Who knows when I'll see you again, I can just pray with all my might, you do me the honour once again and visit me tonight
Let me hear the door lock go, let me see your loving smile, feel you climb in next to me, even if it's only for a while
Stay until the Sun comes up, until I can dream no more, then kiss me gently and say goodbye as you go out my door
THE KINKY POET