Lost Love

Tik Tok, Flip Flop, the rhythm of our love's dance, Over and above the G spot, where passions find their trance.

Mi amor, once mine, yet now a distant shore, a melody, the symphony, the encore.

Her tears were like pearls, glistening in the sun, Reflecting the laughter, the joy we had won.

She was a masterpiece, a canvas of the heart, Every stroke, every hue, a work of passionate art.

But time's relentless tide swept us far apart, Leaving memories lingering, etched in the heart.

Tik Tok, Flip Flop, the echoes of our past, A love once cherished, now a fading contrast.

Yet in the depths of night, her essence still hums, A reminder of the beauty, of the love that once drums.

Though she may be gone, her spirit still thrives, In the verses of this poem, where her memory survives.

In the whispers of the wind, her laughter softly sings, A melody of moments, of forgotten flings.

Through the corridors of time, her presence softly glows, In every cherished memory, her essence flows.

Tik Tok, Flip Flop, the cadence of our tale, A love that once burned bright, now a flickering trail.

But in the shadows of the night, her silhouette remains, A beacon of hope, amidst life's relentless strains.

So let the clock tick on, let the flip-flops sound, For in the echoes of our love, eternity is found.