I wish I could be his lips, for they are embracing yours, not mine, tonight. I ache to be his arms, to hold you tightly and never to let go feeling your warmth and softness. I crave to be his eyes to look at you once more, soaking in your ethereal radiance. I long to be his chest, to have you rest your head upon me listening to my heartbeat and soft breathing, falling asleep upon me. I yearn to be his ears, to hear your soft and poetic words as they dance around in my head once again in that special way that only you can create. I Miss Loving You.