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I miss...
I miss...
warm hands...
and cool lips
that drip with
the nectar of lovers
sweet words
I miss... passionate
verbs vibrating
off of my solar plexus
I miss making love
before breakfast
Oh Lover speak sweet
to me
I miss allowing you
into my sacred sanctuary
I miss strong hands to handle me
smother my angst with searing heat
discover new land in me
Find my gold
I miss having some one close
to hold...
Empty bed too big
with just me in it
I chose to be alone...
Now I think...
I resent it
I miss strong hands
on my flesh as I
blush and catch my breath
I miss you tasting my skin
letting me know what language
my soul was written in
I miss soft laughter
trickling into my ear
with soothing baritones
to smooth away my fears
I miss waking up
in Loves arms...
I miss...
feeling safe
away from danger
and harm
So much...
connection no longer
present in my essence
As I suffer alone
Still reeling
from Loves Lessons
and I miss love
I now know that
to have you is a blessing
Aching inside
I hug myself
and reminisce
Needing to be held...
Yes..
It's Love I miss
warm hands...
and cool lips
that drip with
the nectar of lovers
sweet words
I miss... passionate
verbs vibrating
off of my solar plexus
I miss making love
before breakfast
Oh Lover speak sweet
to me
I miss allowing you
into my sacred sanctuary
I miss strong hands to handle me
smother my angst with searing heat
discover new land in me
Find my gold
I miss having some one close
to hold...
Empty bed too big
with just me in it
I chose to be alone...
Now I think...
I resent it
I miss strong hands
on my flesh as I
blush and catch my breath
I miss you tasting my skin
letting me know what language
my soul was written in
I miss soft laughter
trickling into my ear
with soothing baritones
to smooth away my fears
I miss waking up
in Loves arms...
I miss...
feeling safe
away from danger
and harm
So much...
connection no longer
present in my essence
As I suffer alone
Still reeling
from Loves Lessons
and I miss love
I now know that
to have you is a blessing
Aching inside
I hug myself
and reminisce
Needing to be held...
Yes..
It's Love I miss
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