I miss the eyes that gazed my way
The brown hazel hues of your eyes that penetrated into mine
Each time you were so close
In the moment that you whispered in my ear everso kind
I miss the lips that seized mine
The tender lips that caressed every part of my being
Each time we were one
In the moment that you gave love instead of receiving
I miss the hands that held mine
The hands that wandered in various places
Each time you were near
In the moment that you eliminated all past faces
In the end, I miss the yearnings
The pleasant sensations of what a single touch could bring
The passionate pleas of us both…wanting
And everything in between
