Thoughts of you

There are some moments during the day when my mind is flooded with thoughts of you and what would have, could have and might have been. Quite like thoughts of my father. They come of their own will and stay as long as they please without notice or concern for me. There are times when I wish I had never placed that call to you because since I did, my mind is consumed with thoughts of you, me, and us and that night we spent together...Sometimes I really do wish…Then there are those moments when I lick my lips and taste yours instead of my own or when I smile and remember the fact that I’ve shared with you that same smile…Things should have been different…Things could have been different…The aggressiveness of your whisper as I lay beneath you…the motion of your hips…the heat of your breath are all implanted on my brain…yet still a distant memory. Memories do fade…just not those of you. Thoughts of you cooking for me…serving me…makes me smile. These thoughts run rampant and I am helpless to control the urges…I smile for no reason when you enter my mind…My temperature rises with memories of what your bed looks like…or the vision of us riding in your truck…sorta like Ma and Pa Kettle. I laugh at how you wanted to change gears but your arm lay between my legs which made for tricky…and sticky situations. I really do wish…I placed that call with the intent of keeping in touch…and to hear your voice. It’s what I hear at night…your laugh…the timbre…you. I play the “Remember When” game alone…because I remember when I first saw you…sexy. I remember after we first met, we didn’t talk for months…I remember when we spoke again, you had become a father…I remember when I fell…yeah I remember. I still remember when it all came to a halt…I remember…I just wish…you could remember too…