Losing him

 
I love him most when I think I’m losing him  
That I won’t feel his touch on my skin or his arms around me.
That I won’t see the look as he pushes my hair from my face and tucks it behind my ear.  
Or That beautiful smile that lights up his face and fills my whole being with joy.
To not have His kiss,  
the sweetest I’ve ever tasted ,  
ever wanted ,  
ever needed.
The feeling that I’m in the safest place ,  
that I’m right where I’m meant to be and the fear that fills me when I imagine him not here anymore.
The beautiful feeling of anticipation just before we make love.
The way he makes me overflow with wetness because I want him so much ,  
because I love him so much.
How my life will be so different with him not in it.
The sadness I will feel.
How no one could or  
will ever replace him.  
How I will forever compare him to others and they will sense I love another .  
No-one will know me like this again.  
That girl will be gone,
hidden away
For only him she trusted with all of her .