#WritcoPoemPrompt12
Let her sleep deep,
Let us not weep,
For she is at her journey’s end,
Left with no memories to mend.
She left without a call
A call noting why she is gone
Her voice might remind me of her sporadic moan
She must have called or maybe she forgot


Her departure The opposite of sucking her nipples
I love to watch her lovely skin folds
To withhold My dick underneath her thick laps
And I know if time is abused she could make my dick flap
She forgot all about the 18th of July
The day I made her cry
And she screaming "this is the f-cking day I die"


She totally forgot how I caressed her bossom
Our kisses Let to me Imposing my scrotum
Her caboose that I rode was the beauty of her intelligence
The way she fellates me made me felt my negligence
Although she was mad
I was happy I thought my expertise made her sad

She forgot and totally forgot how she rushed my lips
My hands underneath her skin so thick and bliss
Oh and what did we miss ?
This was our first night and her's
I wish she could be here to hold my hands
Leading our way to the bed to fuck again for once
This is a thought of a man who loved for lust not for love.


© Mr Okonji