The Decomposing of a Great

I'm starting to miss her a lot.
My ex.
Not because of her personality,
what was their was shit.
I miss her because she could fuck.
She fucked with style
and motherly intuition.
On her period she'd take it in the ass
or in the shower
or both.
It was all up to me,
and that's how I liked it.
I'd wake up in the middle of the night
with her hand on my cock
and a grimacing smile
on her face.
She was a great,
a legend that will never be replaced.
Before I had her she was pure,
I turned a child
into a deadly fend.
And now my investment is with
a pot head,
one abortion under her belt (from him),
and works in a corporate coffee shop.
Her ghost
screams and twists in my bed
on nights like these.
These fearless nights
with nothing better to do
then reminisce while
jacking off.