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Feb 2016
I miss
Your kiss.
The sensation of your lips
Soft and intoxicatingly sweet
As they locked with my own
And your tongue slipped in.

I miss
Your embrace.
The warmth that seeped into my body
As I wrapped my arms round your waist
And pulled you flush against
My core,
yearning to become one flesh.

I miss
Your fingertips.
And the curly hair that brushed
Softly o'er my face when
You stared into my eyes
Studying every brown/green pigment.
I miss staring into yours.
And tracing up and down your skin
Whether it was exposed or hidden.

I miss
Your conversation.
Your soft voice and vibe
That has been the focus of poetry I've written
In past times
And even now at this very moment.

I miss you
Just thought I'd write this
Poem that you'll never see.
And as much as I hope,
"All the world's a stage",
And you getting a second act will never be.
You're now just a sad, yet beautiful memory
I love bringing out the memories in words that turn them from bad dreams to beautiful losses and tragedies.
Written by
JJRKelly  24/M/Chicago
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