I miss
your lips;
my favorite couple
aside from you and I.

I crave
your touch;
my reminder of how beautiful it is to feel and be felt.

I desire
your scent;
my instant gratification left on the sheets as we make sweet love.

I need
your hair;
my finger's playground as they pull curls in every wrong direction.

I love
you;
my mind's muse, my heart's holder, my 3 a.m. poem, my
mine.