missing you is a beautiful sin

I miss your tongue inside my mouth,
where it performs a dance of fire.
I miss your hands as though they were
attached on my naked belly, 
declaring that it was yours. 
Only yours.
I miss the way you treat me like I 
was a person needed of it,
needed of a knight in silver armour. 
I miss the way your chin fits perfectly
on my shoulder, connected just like 
Lego cubes.
I miss the way you inhale my hair,
breathing in like this was your much
preferred alternative for oxygen.
I secretly miss the way you called me,
“baby”, I miss it. I miss it. I miss it. 
What I’m currently missing is
how you told me I’m enough. 
Am I now?

Reviews

[:o]

I love the way you wrote this. I can feel it all.

[Sami Khalil]

Hot , a little erotic, connecting to love...:)................

[Abeni]

What I like about your writeup is that anyone can easily relate to it. Nice one

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the poem a lot. Had the feel of real life. Hard to miss someone. Their memory and touch is wanted and waiting can be a bear. Thank you for the amazing poetry.
Coyote