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