I miss the feel of your skin against my skin.
I miss the weight of your hand on my leg.
I miss the pressure of your mouth against mine.
I miss the warmth of your embrace.
I miss the sight of you sitting alongside me.
I miss the sound of your voice as you say my name and every other word that tumbles from your lips.
I miss the look in your eyes as you gaze into mine when you make me your own.
I miss the scent of you - from your sweat to your cologne to the products you use in your hair.
I miss the taste of you in my mouth and coursing through my veins.
Put ever so bluntly, I miss you.
-MS
