By Melvyn Noel
Tick tock I stare up at the clock,
In a silent whisper I hear it talk,
I wonder why they call it midnight,
Yet already morning is in sight,
Apparently I can’t seem to find,
a way to get you off my mind,
I try counting my every finger,
But your memories tend to linger.
The way you cuddle me tight and close,
Your curvaceous body just as that of a rose,
Handling my manhood like a boss,
Your icy sweet lips I want to overdose,
Nibbling your nipples with a probable cause.
I miss the way you called out my name,
This lonely moments without you ain’t the same,
I don’t know weather cupid is to blame,
Without you life is just really lame.