In the mix...

I miss the way it feels... Opened up as hands peel... Layers shedded to be seen... As fingers are in the mix of the way emotion breathes... N my mind wonders if I'll ever find it again... It's not my fault I was failed as a man... There's jus somethin about that best friend who's always there... Sharing what's left of time playing more than fair... As there's an emptiness where luv used to fill the void... With that initial kiss that sets truths in motion to be enjoyed... To absorb the educed determination to please in any way at will... Where's that comfort that climbs to the thrill... It's missed for I like having that one person came in to me... The way I bring to life the man of her dreams...