Admit You (version 2)

At last

Now I'm back.

Hoping that you ache at the thought of me,

Seeping and damp at the thought of me.

I hope that you admit you missed me.

You don't want to

Admit you missed me.

I start to rise

At the thought of you.

Inside you deny

But I hope you will

Admit you missed me.

I smell your gratitude as I touch your neck with my lips.

Your gentle moan as your body reacts and begins to

Admit.

You missed me.

We kiss.