I still remember the first time we made love,
It was simple and easy, with your weight above.
I remember expecting pain and feeling none,
I remember biting my lip when we were done.
It was so long ago, half a decade gone by,
But it still keeps me warm when you're not by my side.
Perhaps it's wrong I know I ought to move on,
But how do you stop an oncoming storm.
I still wish to make love to you,
To wake in the same bed as you.
To sit on your face and scream,
I want you in my arms even tho we're no longer a thing.
I need to know, if you're over me,
I need to know if I can be.
Questions and answers, I'm afraid to ask or seek,
Keep me up at night as the hour grows bleak.
And then I think back to the second time we made love,
I was a litle wild a little fierce, we fit like hand and glove.
I remember as shyness came in waves,
I remember still taking what my body still craves.
That was also too long ago, half a decade gone by,
Still I hold on to it, now that you're not by my side.
It's unhealthy I know, near obsession,
But I cannot help it though I'm plagued with contrition.
I still wish for a kiss from you,
My lips on every part of you.
My lips wording 'I am still yours',
Even though I should move on, I want to hold you for hours.
I need to know if you're over me,
I need to know if I can me.
Confusion and sorrow are now in my plate,
And every night I wish for me a simple clean slate.
And then I think about the third time we made love...