Missing You

I’d love to hold you close to me,
To feel the soft swell of your breasts
Pressed tight against my chest
And see the need in your liquid blue eyes.
But here am I missing you.

To taste the lipstick on your mouth
As our tongues perform that sensuous dance,
Drinking in your quickening breath,
While whispering sweet endearments.
But here am I missing you.

To feel the gentle curve of your mound
Pressed tight to my straining hardness,
Moving with ancient primal rhythms
Felt by lovers since the dawn of time.
But here am I missing you.

To release your ample breasts
And cup them in my palms to admire
Your nipples, like cherries, ripe and sweet.
So beautiful I almost weep with desire.
But here am I missing you.

To taste each one hungrily, urgently
Suckling gently while your hands caress my hair
Until soft moans betray your heightening pleasure
And they are hard against my eager tongue.
But here am I missing you.

To sample sweet tastes of all your secret places,
Surprising you with tender licks and nibbles
Until I part your silky aromatic petals
And catch your nectar on my tongue.
But here am I missing you.

To feel a shuddering of pleasure
That explodes from your molten center
And stiffens every limb until you ache
And scream your thanks to God for sweet release.
But here am I missing you.

Instead I’ll close my eyes tonight
To dream us back together,
Where the oft imagined turns to truth
And our bodies truly join as one
And never more will I be missing you.