Missing Her©2020

n all the romantic and platonic ways I miss her.
I miss her snuggling before falling asleep
The way she played in my chest hair and beard

I miss the warmth of her naked body against mine when I stir
The way she knees me and then turns over in her sleep
I miss her struggle to find the right clothes for the day
And then changing her mind twice before she leaves

I miss watching her butt as she tries on one pair of jeans after another
Her breasts bouncing and wiggling about as she brushed her hair
I even miss the frustration on her face as she was annoyed
With me watching her daily struggle knowing it aroused me.

I miss how animals are always her best of friends
How she loved on turkey chicks and pet wild turtles
I miss how she could loose three lighters in a day sitting in the same spot
I miss her youthful desperation to live life all to fast.

But I also miss her thighs rubbing on my beard as she held my hair
Her happy ending smell in my beard even after washing
I miss the curves of her butt cheeks in my hands
Especially as I pound her down on my cock as it explodes

I miss how she lit up when I would flip her off of me after an orgasm
And proceed to bury my face in her honey pot licking her clean
I miss that time when we acted out a precious special number 69
And during that mathematical magic as I slip my tongue in her butt hole

The squelched squeels of pleasure and then the surrender to the screams
Her warmth and contentment as she sat at my feet, my seed dripping from her
I can not get her out of my head I can not get her out of heart
I can not get her out of loins and I still miss her every day.

I appreciate her still being friendly to me even though I don't deserve it
I respect her in that she moved on for her, and she is better for it.
And now I can only dream of her as I drift off to sleep
Or during the day when the emptiness consumes me.

For I wasted that precious gift of her youth in my old age, and she found
Someone close to her age to be what I should have been.
I pray that she is really happy in her new life as it would seem,
But secretly without any malice hopes she returns to me one day.

Even if just for one day to feel her face aside mine before we kiss
Even if I could feel her warmth next to me as I sleep
I secretly hope to once again feel that resistance give way
As I enter her, her sigh and gasp as she leans up to kiss me

The kiss that haunts my days nights dreams and wake,
That I know I will never experience again.