Missings

I miss
the scent of you,
the warmth of  your embrace,
the softness of your touch,
the playful way you pull my hair.

I miss
the look in your eyes
when you say you love me,
the curl of your lips
when you want to kiss me.

I miss
the sound of your voice,
the tension in those fingers
when you strum the guitar
and play for me.

I miss
when you come into the kitchen
and hug me from behind,
then bite my ear
and sing to me: "R u mine?"

I miss
the jokes you crack,
and how you chuckle at them
without waiting for my reaction,
then seem disgusted when
I roll my eyes up to the heavens.

I miss
your powerful thighs,
and strong legs,
when they pull me close to you,
thrusting faster,
moving quicker,
until we lay spent,
not knowing what next to do.

I miss
your opal-black eyes
that stare into me
like a thousand powerful needles,
scorching my heart and soul.

I miss your love.

Song of the Day: 'Shape of You' (Ed Sheeran)