I Miss...

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    • Beautiful1974
    • Been way too long. Grad school was on hold. Graduated, now planning for wedding. Got to get back to writing poetry again.

    I Miss...

    I miss your smell, the warmth of your body and the taste of your lips.
    I miss running my fingers through your hair, playing footsie under the table and caressing your back.
    I miss the delight and even little tickle whe nyou touch my feet, your kisses on my forehead and having yo ucaress my legs and tell me how nice they feel.
    I miss putting my head on your shoulder, the embraces where your arms surrounf me with security and gazing deep into your beautiful brown eyes.
    I miss your smile, those dimples and your laugh.
    I miss the sweet things you would say to me, pleasing you when we made passionate love to one another and your warm breath on my skin.
    I miss touching and caressing every contour of your body, sleeping cheek to cheek (sometimes the other set) and having the opportunity to wake up and see your gorgeous face as yo slept like an angel.
    I miss the sound of your voice, your mere presence and the sensation of your chest rising and falling.
    I miss when you're playful, smack me on my buttknowing how cute yoe are when you do it, and when you call me "Beautiful".
    I miss how I feel when I see you after not seeing you awhile, your silly jokes and your profound intelligence. I miss my best friend, my love and soul.


    By:MLD
    A.K.A. Beautiful
    written on paper: July 13, 2009

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    UnworthyFather commented on I Miss...

    07-14-2009

    Beautiful poem of love and loss. It's odd how we miss things that we often take for granted until they are gone. Great poem. Thanks for sharing. 10

    Beautiful1974

    07/16/2009

    Thanks, my next poem will have to be about hope I think.

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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