Thursday Nights of You and Her
And when she unbuttons down her shirt,
does your head play the picture of me?
when she moves down to reach you
do you wish that it was I that you kiss?
When you dive in the depths of her
do you remember wandering mine?
its taste and how it once satisfied you?
how it made you long for it every night?
When you close those eyes of yours
as she move along with your body,
do you see me in that void space
along with your memories of me?
Do I still have a space in there to be remembered
or every bit of my memory was now filled of hers?