23

It’s not the sex I miss, although I think about it all the time
I can do six months without that; I can wank so I’m sure I’ll be fine
I realise just how much you make me laugh now I’m alone
But it’s not as if we never talk, we’ve got the net, the post, the phone
What I miss most is skin on skin, me pressed up close to you
The way you kiss me like no one else could ever ever do
I love the way our bodies fit, so different thought they are
Your smooth skin beneath my touch (as I reach around to snap your bra)

22

Batty blind and crazy mind
Make me wonder make me ponder
Sweet dreams and movie scenes
Of soft kisses and near misses
Nightmares and slight tears
Of heart strings and something’s
Fantasies of you and me
Of one day that’s far away
In slumber my number
And nineteen what they mean
I’ll see you soon one day in June
And you’ll be mine true love divine