I Miss Her 'Round 4:32am

It’s 4:32am exactly.

Exactly the clock’s message on each nightly passing of the moon phase before the awakening of new days.

Rolling over reminds me of emptiness in the location on my bed where there once resided intimate bliss.

Rolling over with my lips puckered to distribute the affectionate kiss in which I usually lowered to your bare skin
to initiate our messy blend.

Time and time again I would religiously practice this ritual so faithful, but yet when I go into the expected motion again…

I remember that you traded your 4:32am scheduled shift with your intoxicating memory because it usually didn’t have to work at that time because you were always clocked in.

Vacancy best describes this place on the bed next to me where memory foam and I reflect on when you blessed us with the visual of caramel coated blankets of flesh being the only thing to dress… your soul.

You slept peacefully as you bared bare ass as I gently grasped ass before landing on a full moon under the full moon of nights passed.

Silhouettes gave enticing shapes to my optical intake as dim lit honey tinted darkness shivered and quaked while asking for more than it can take as I dominated over that body of a barely visible beautiful individual one hour and 28 minutes before 6am’s daybreak.

I recollect pulling you from the dream realm with my tongue’s lasso as I awakened you by tasting you to the point where eating wasn’t the proper metaphor because your hydration turned it into drinking you.

I tug on my growing yearning as I recall that you weren’t a booty call. Yet at 4:32am faithfully, you gave to me some booty that caused me to call to the high heavens as I received a piece of a creamy dream and achieved climaxes while screams pressed from the lungs of me.

My self-affection towards my towering erection caused me to reach pass your former direction and place a hand on the dresser to retrieve a lubricated dressing to give ease to my lonely sexing as I fall deeper into recollection.

Twisting hands dance in 360 degree motions around my pulsing tip at 4:32am, but if I could have my way and subtract these 360’s from 4:32am, then us 2 would remain the same. “What 4?” wouldn’t matter as I turned that question of the 4 into 3. You, lust, and me. We form 1 from the unity of those 3, then we’d take away all cares for the upcoming 6am until it became 7am. Us 2 would cum together at 7am and remain intertwined as you ride my 9. Then, we’ll keep going strong into the day and end with a 69 at 9.

I’m missing you mathematically and palm friction against where my dick is begins to quicken as I continue picturing these vivid images while wishing that you were the skin that I slipped in.

Eruptions occur as I visualize you internally accepting my milky flow being as though dreams make it safe enough for me to remain unsheathed within your entrails as I explode.

Sleep retrieves my soul before the ending of the lunar reign up in the light lacking skies.

I reach slumber in a warm mess that used to be ours to share before I became couple impaired from actions that minimized what was once clear.

I used to wake up to nude beauty blanketed in lined patterns of starlight which extended pass window blinds.

Now my eyes arise at 4:32am to memories and vacancy as I seek new means to release the lower tension which builds up within I.

-Naviel Skyy

(You see, missing you causes me to have the time to come up with the math problems within these lines. “but if I could have my way and subtract these 360’s from 4:32am, then us 2 would remain the same” (432-360=xx2), “What 4? wouldn’t matter as I turned that question of the 4? into 3” (turn the 4 from 432 into 313) “We form 1 from the unity of us 3” (with the 13 over the 6 in 360) “then we’d take away all cares for the upcoming 6am until it became 7am” 13-6=7, “Us 2 would cum together at 7am” (432-360=72), “and remain intertwined as you ride my 9” (7+2=9.)