I miss your smile. Those dimples. So kissable. Lickable…
I miss the way you looked at me when I kissed you. Like you wanted to devour me. As I wanted to devour you.
I miss the way your hands held my face while you tasted my mouth. And the dizzying way my senses spun as I lost myself in the feel and taste of you.
I miss the way your fingers stroked over my skin. Softly exploring every inch of me.
I miss your mouth on me, tasting, licking, sucking, finding all the special places I needed you to discover.
I miss my mouth on you… Finding those places that made you gasp and groan.
I miss my hands on your body. I want to feel you against me. Belly to belly. Breast to chest. Soft to hard.
I miss your scent. Earth and woods and spice. Intoxicating me.
Come to me, my lover… Intoxicate me again…
