Our Times As Lovers and Friends

When I think of you I smile,
I remember our times so wild.
The way we do what the hell we like.
How we explore by day and make love by night.
When I feel alone and despair,
I close my eyes and I’m there.
Walking and talking on new city streets,
Cumming together through new sexual feats.
When I want that’s what I do,
I lie back to recall me and you.
Remembering our times in passionate climes.
Memories that I’ll cherish til the that day I die.
When I think of you I smile,
I remember our times so wild.
Times that I can’t wait to happen again,
Times that we make as lovers and best friends.