A Sexual Fantasy
She is gone, but I still want her. I want every inch of her beautiful body.
Her white velvet skin, the taste of her tongue, the smell of her hair, the way she fit into my arms, the ecstasy she gave me.
Three years later and I'm not over her, or the sex that we had. I've tried to move on with other people, but she's always on my mind.
I'm left with her home videos, which I watch more and more these days. I know I should stop, but I can't.
I miss you Anna.