Making Love With Memories

I can't wait to go to bed, I can't wait to go to sleep
I can't wait to unearth the passion I secretly keep
The way I gave in to that tender kiss of his
The way we loved in the park,
and all those other things I miss

His ginger soft and gentle caress on my cheek
His passionate kisses that made my legs to weak
Though he's gone and he's long since stopped giving
It's at night in my dreams that I can't stop reliving

Then, when my eyes are closed and the day
Is tucked neatly behind me and out of the way
I'm able to be with that man who taught me
who stole my heart and thoroughly caught me

He bought my every line, read me like a book
And whatever he pleased, he pleasantly took
Sometimes up against the wall in a rushed quickie
Sometimes slow, fingers entwined, him above me

Sometimes I envision midnights at the park
Other times I dream of erotic rides in the dark
Orgasms on the couch, in the truck, and in his bed
Heated scenes hidden, relived, repeated in my head

Memories more vivid that reality could ever be
Bring him once again, to make love and ravish me
Sweet surrender, pleasant seduction, wet dreams
Memories more real that reality itself it seems

"It's not the fall that kills you," he once said to me
"It's the sudden stop at the end." - he left suddenly
So in tribute of this mystery man in my past
Who said that it couldn't or wouldn't last

With one last tender kiss on trembling lips I write
And admit to the world my twisted desperate plight
And though he may not believe what I said was true
We'll be together and I whisper...
"I will always love you!"