In solitude, my thoughts still churn,
Tethered to him, my body burns.
His hand, his fingers clamp, command,
Crush my hips or stroke me soft as sand.

His mouth, those lips, they suck, they bite,
Tongue flicks my clit, then fucks me right.
His cock slams deep, a brutal heat,
Pleasure so raw, I scream, complete.

Alone, I rub, three fingers thrust,
Swollen pearl, my come drips lust.
I buck, I gasp, the climax hits,
But it’s just sparks, not his cock that I grip.

My walls clench air, not his thick grip,
My moans echo in this empty crypt.
I shake, I sob, but it’s not the same, 
Without his curse, without his name.