Sweet mornings

All i wanted was you,
You gave me a chance
but now you deny me,
I miss your body,
They way you touch,
The way you moan,
The way you twist,
Agony is all i will know,
If our sweet sin,
Will never remember,
Maybe it was never ment to be,
But at that moment ,
Even Jesus enjoyed your moans,
My sweet tree seeking shade from the sun,
You run away yet it will make you bloom,
But i am happy i found you,
If you choose to be a chapter,
If you choose to be a verse,
At least you are in the book,

I'll move on. 
I always have,
I have no choice,
So hope my tears water you,
So you remain perenial.
An ebony flower,
Beautiful in a world
Of flowerless misery.

Kk
21/12/15