I miss that..

 I miss making love to him 
 his lips touching mine
 hands moving  across my body
how he licked and kissed  me until i shivered  and begged for more
how he teased me into an orgasmic madness 
After his manhood entered me
and slowly filled all my senses

There was always something so  surreal about when we finally got to the point of penetration 
 The eye contact made for
mind contact as the passion 
mounted its paramount
It was explosive 

I miss that, but not him