There is a difference
between making love
and having ***
we did both.

And I must confess
never have I felt
so in peace
as laying together
fully undressed.

There was no you
there was no me
all there was
was us.

Your touch
through my skin
and that small grin
on your face
as you whispered

I love you

Pressed your head in mine
looked you in the eye
and said

* I love you too *

Then you
and I
became one.

Now all is left
are the memories
of your touch
bringing me
to my knees

Your breath
caught in my mouth
and your taste
printed in my skin.

Now I sleep alone
and roll side to side
looking for,you
and wonder

If you're missing me
the way
I'm missing you