I wonder why I still care, for my love with beautiful dark hair, even now, when you’re not there. How I need to touch your face, I want to taste your place, My tongue strumming the pace. Thrusting deep inside, the passion would not subside, through orgasms neither could hide. The ache it lingers on, the longing is still strong, how I wish you hadn’t gone. You left me to myself, like a book upon the shelf, or cards never to be dealt. I miss your olive skin, your heart I tried to win, now longing for what might have been. From Jefferson Street in Venice, to the Garden we never finished, my heart needs replenished. From the sand on Pomponio Beach, to the mountains within our reach, your heart is what I beseech. From the stone at Dean’s grave, to the Cliff Dweller’s cave, your love I couldn’t save. From the night at Big Sur, to the heartache neither could cure, your commitment I was never sure. From the mouse living in our wall, to getting locked naked out in the hall, laughing with you was most fun of all. From the deer in our yard, to our spouses standing guard, made loving each other hard. From kissing your warm moist lips, to resting between your hips, our cup of love contained bitter sips. From the baby we never had, to me getting myself so mad, Sue, my past was all I had. From making love in our bed, to watching Beevis and Butthead, having only memories is what I dread. Written for Sue, May 29, 1996.
Reason for writing:
Again, this was written for the love of my life, my Sue. We
were together for ten months, hence the name.
Pray with me that one day her and I will be reunited.
Thank you.
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