I miss the way your lips taste on mine
The soft gentle caress if you tongue
As it traces my open mouth.
I miss the evening breeze as it
chills the skin,
your nipples hard in my mouth
As you sit above me.
The darkness has a colour all it’s own.
I miss the whispers in the night that turn
To lovers sighs as the sun begins to rise.
I miss the warmth of your velvet touch
And the heat is I slip inside.
I miss the look in your eyes and the arch of your back as you let yourself go.
I miss you…..