Woman.

Voicemail.

Hey Baby,
How's your day been?
Did you have fun at work,
Anything new happening?
Did your forget to close your bedroom window again,
You know you hate the coldness during night.
You left your key again- No,
I lied.

I called because I miss you.
I miss your fingers gracing the skin between my thighs,
I miss the sighs you would make as I kissed that spot.
I miss you baby,
I miss your smile because lately I haven't seen it.
I miss the way your lips were my reward whenever my lips turned up in a grin,
Because my happiness,
My smiles are quite expensive.
I miss you,
I miss the way you try to hide your laughter as I dance across your living room floor,
My arms flailing,
My hips slightly gyrating,
A rare smile on my lips.

I miss the way you take these pictures of me,
How insecure and shy I was before you.
How you capture my body in ways no one else sees except us,
I miss the way your kisses fill against my skin,
Like small butterflies kissing petals of flowers in the summer.
I miss you,
The words you sang in my ear when I had bad dreams, or bad thoughts.
The songs you sang remind me that I'm alive,
And I love being alive with you.

But yeah, anyways,
I miss you.
I hope you're having a good day, baby.
I gotta go,
My mom is throwing another fit about the water bill as if she isn't gonna pay anyways.
Yeah, so
Bye, baby.