I miss deep kisses wet with longing.
I miss hands that know
Where to touch to quicken my pulse
And strong arms around me.
I miss the needs of a man I care about,
I miss feeding his naked hunger.
I miss slow dancing in each others’ arms.
But most of all I miss love.
I miss soft sweetnesses whispered in my ear.
I miss the passionate assault,
The breathless heaving.
I miss the spasm of ecstasy,
His brimming into mine.
I miss spilling over with wetness,
Spilling over with joy.
But most of all, I miss love.