3 A.M in Poetry

It's 3:00 a.m. 
I'm wide awake, tossing and turning 
Thinking of you..
Thinking of the last time your nipples hardened against my tongue..
Or the last time it was wrapped around your tongue
Thinking of the last time your nails dug into my shoulders..
Thinking of the last time your teeth sunk into my skin..
Leaving your marks, leaving your bruises 
Marking your territory, like I told you to
And it's been too long since I felt you moan my name..
It's been too long since your feet have been on my shoulders, 
Since I've felt your thighs against my face..
Since I've felt you wet and open..
Since your hands gripped mine as I push myself inside of you 
Since I felt the weight of your body on mine 
I'm up at 3:00 a.m. and all I can think about is the last time I made you cum...

I fucking want you...