Written by Moraa.
Three months without your touch,
seems minimal, but is much.
My memory of you is outstanding,
your painful absence notwithstanding.
I touch myself to thoughts of you,
I cum hard but still feel blue.
I wish the world could realign,
and stick us together like glue.
Come to me.
Your tender loving, I must have.
A kiss would make my blues starve,
bring an ending to my starve!
