Freudian Slip

I visit places

Where memories of you

still echo

Where I can still smell you

in the air

Places where

I think

If I try hard enough

I can will you

back into my existence

With enough

Meditation

With enough

Aggravation

With enough

Jedi training

With enough

Complaining

I could actually

Make

You

Cum . . . Ummmmm?

Come

Oops!

Freudian slip.

Although . . .

I do miss the tip

And the feeling on my lips

And your weight

Against my hips

It’s hard not to get

Carried away

Because all I want is

For you to stay

And for you to play

With me