When you meet him tell him that how much I miss him
When I hold my cup of coffee and stand next to the window
And the cold breeze go through my clothes, it touches my empty soul
My soul is shaken by the wind and here I miss you, and desperately want a warm hug
Tell him to hug me thighter next time
Tell him to keep me close to him a little more
Tell him that I do miss his smell
Yes I do miss his chest, his hot breaths by which he suck my shoulder's nerves, that warmth
Tell him my neck still craves for his lips
Tell him my fingers still misses his hairs, moving of my fingers through his hairs and pushing him closer into my breast
Tell him I miss myself being short breathen by his lips sucking my skin
Tell him I miss his hand pushing me hard into his tights, and me wrapping my tights around his waist
Tell him I miss that hot eye contact
Tell him I miss myself lost into his body...
