I don't see you like I Did

Little bit of a different one, but when the mood comes over you, you just have to jot it down don’t you. And writing through a tear always makes it sound better.

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I’d molest your hair,
To smell the sweet scent of only you,

I’d place my arms around you,
And feel denim to the touch, but you in my arms.

I’d kiss your supple lips,
Taste your lipstick, wanting to wear it away, to get to the taste of you.

I’d hold your hand in mine,
Fingers splayed between fingers, so more hand flesh was upon hand flesh.

I’d hold you close,
So we could mould into a single being wrapped around one another.

Take your chin in my hand,
Focus on you, the intriguing patterns in the iris of your eyes.

Look at your skin,
Absorb the shapes to be able to draw every wrinkle of you from my mind.

Place a hand upon your waist,
And feel cotton knowing it was your texture, with silky skin underneath.

I’d hear you Breath,
And match my rhythm to yours to be the same, drawing the same air as you.

Feel your body against mine,
And melt at the closeness of you and I.

You ‘told’ me you felt the same,
I know you did because you responded.

Be close now, I beg of you, without you there’s no breath, no vision, no passion, no taste of you, no longer an emotion, and no reason.

I don’t see you like I did, you’re the one that’s broke my heart.

And you’re the only thing I HAD, to mend it.