The Man

I miss his face his hands on my body his eyes I miss the man his soul his his hugs his kisses I miss the dreams I had in his arms.. I run I hide I love him beyond his word I crave him in more ways then one my mind pushes me to the vulnerable side of being a women to let him lead.. to love me beyond my eyes pass my exterior. I think of him all day all night I love him can’t get him out my system soul bound. His cravenness for me his personality is never given up on his patience to want me when I’m unsure of myself. The little things flowers.. calls.. check ins never forget me. Loving me I miss him and all of him. The way he hold me when I’m need of his love .. when he in my corner when no one else is. A different type of love 💕