Missing her

Exhausted from the day, I lay in bed Missing my small submissive girlfriend instead The depraved thoughts that fill my head The desire of her presence in my bed As I lay here I can’t help but recall The memories of her body, so small The sweet scent of her hair, the softness of her skin The way she’d look at me, with a mischievous grin I can almost feel her wrapped around me Her hands pressed against my body I miss the way I would whisper in her ear The way she would bring me pleasure with cheer