Last Sex

All I can think
as I sit here on the plane
Leaving you behind
Is how great you tasted
The last time we
fucked
And how you came
hard
For the very first time
in your life
And how we shared
three cigarettes
As we drove
to the airport
In your beat up stick shift
It
Is
All
I
Think
And
I
Want
Just you
And I am soaked as I stare
At the sky going by
And I am shaking inside.
Crying inside.
I suck at goodbyes.