For a Woman I Miss

I miss you very much, and I wish that
I could reach out tonight and kiss your lips
Then wander on to stroke the soft white mounds
That are your breasts. I'd then touch and caress
Your legs and pay lip-service to the rose
Whose petals grow amid the hairy moss,
And dart my tongue deep in, far as I can,
And build you to a shiver of delight.

I want to plant my pole within your mound
And claim you once again. I want to feel
My strokes begin to make your pussy purr,
And feel your reactions to tender bites
Upon your neck and arms, and at the last
To feel your body tense and then find peace.