no one knows how to
make love as if their
life depends on it.
death does.
entering and exiting
while maintaining
perfect eye contact.
giving what it takes
fully.
bracing patience, with
the sturdiness of a
promise: ' I'll always be
gentle, even when I come...
we'll go together.
What lives to die inside
you can't lie.'

I miss you.
I really miss you.
I tried uttering words but,
I just really miss you.

I miss every inch of you,
The sparkles in your eyes,
The ever unforgettable scent of you,
And most of all,
Your breath unto my skin.
Bringing shivers down to my spine.

I miss those amazing moments,
When your touch has magic,
Heating the cold out of me.
When your stare pulls me closer,
Close enough that our lips meet.

I miss the night,
I wrapped my arms around your neck,
And pulled you closer.
I breathed sharply and thought.
Wished unto the stars that the night won't pass.