- Erotic Poetry
- missing
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touch of your skin against my lips
the feel of your hands upon my hips
pure unadulterated joy in the way you move
these are the things that are missing
pressure of your hand in my hair
guiding my face to explore you right there pleasure of watching you cum, pure bliss
these are the things i find that i miss
deep inside, a treasure trove
of fingers and tongues that love to rove
of welts on my ass, and smiles in my heart
these things are what tears me apart
looking into eyes so black, so deep
searching to release the pressure you keep
feeling that first lash and gentle hiss
these are the things that i truly do miss
no matter where i roam or whom i fuck
tis always you that leaves me unstuck
bring joy in ways that i can not believe
even when you rip me open and cause me to bleed
as i have moaned before with total abandon
i worship your body, the shoes that you stand in
torrid pleasure, the unknown abyss
all of this my love do i miss.
