...missing

Missing your eyes. Missing your smile. Missing your lips and missing your tongue. Wishing you were here, and wishing you loved me once again. Wishing you could. Wishing WE could.

I miss your shy look, your strong hold and the way you hugged me. I’m missing your hands, your fingertips and even your nails. Lusting after your neck, your adorable chin and the tip of your nose. Hoping you someday will again breathe so close I will be able to taste the sugar of your exhalations, and become main instrument in the symphony of you're lungs and heartbeat.

I crave your chest, your arms and the way I fit entirely between them. I’ve never before in my life missed a belly button… and I still wait for the kiss that follows that stupid comment. I wish you once again simply laid down on my tummy and fell deeply asleep.

I lust after the butterflies you created, and I need you in my house, in my shower and in my bed.  

I wish you would once again come home, tell me you’d missed me and how you’d stay forever. I wish you would then kiss me like it was the last time, hold me tight, strong, and make me forget about everything else.

Make me forget I miss you.