The soft touch of your hands touching my thighs
That’s what I miss the most.
When you bite my bottom lip and adrenaline calms my pride
That’s what I miss the most.
Love or lust, I’d question over and over what this was. But you were in my life.
That’s what I miss the most.
The *** was exhilarating and all things good that life has to offer. But I find myself missing the little more often.
The soft snore you let out when sleeping, the laughs about this or that.
That’s what I miss the most.
I miss you.