I miss the beads of sweat that stuck to your skin
Like the way my lips found those beads and kissed them off of you
Like they were precious
They were a part of you
And after we would make love
I would lick them off of you
Because the more of you that I had in me
Made me feel a bit more whole
I miss the way you carried yourself
Whenever we would walk together
Like you were the king of the world
Like I was a treasure
I miss the way you would kiss me when desire got the best of us
When your lips would just barely touch mine
While our bodies flowed to a rhythm and our heartbeats fed off each other
I miss the way I missed you when you weren’t around
Because I knew that I’d see you again
Because missing you now
Hurts more than I imagined
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 11:28 PM UTC
I miss the beads of sweat that stuck to your skin
Like the way my lips found those beads and kissed them off of you
Like they were precious
They were a part of you
And after we would make love
I would lick them off of you
Because the more of you that I had in me
Made me feel a bit more whole
I miss the way you carried yourself
Whenever we would walk together
Like you were the king of the world
Like I was a treasure
I miss the way you would kiss me when desire got the best of us
When your lips would just barely touch mine
While our bodies flowed to a rhythm and our heartbeats fed off each other
I miss the way I missed you when you weren’t around
Because I knew that I’d see you again
Because missing you now
Hurts more than I imagined
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