Sometimes I miss you.
Sometimes I really miss you.
Other times I am craving you,
and occasionally my heart squeezes
longingly so.
Should I dream of you,
I would want you to dream of me too,
to be connected in a way beyond your
lovely hands touching my side,
and just maybe, that divine little weight
upon my skin.
I used to look for just a girl with a pretty
smile,
A beautiful mind and lips that speak
sweet things...
and I am still looking for this girl every
morning,
every time I open my eyes in bed, and
reaching out to touch, you.
