I miss you.
Your brawny arms,
and the way they'd firmly hold me.
Those honest starry eyes,
and their ability to burn holes through me.
Your flawlessly gentle lips,
and the way they felt like cashmere connecting to my own.
The warmth of your body,
in my bed.
I miss,
the ignorance of being alone.
Our legs
weaved between each others bodies as we slumber.
You,
bogarting the chill of the night.
Using your own toes
to defrost mine.
Appointing your chest the role,
To stand in as my personalized pillow.
And more than anything,
I miss waking up happy.
Your influential mind, your godly presence, and your virtuous company.
Could you please return them back to me.
