Tuesday, October 25, 2011


Missing your touch: your soft skin brushing against my body.

Missing your face: your wide eyes gazing at me.

Missing your lips: your gentle mouth on mine.

Missing your voice: your sweet whisperings in my ear.

Missing you.


1manview said...

Mmm, nice poem of wanting...

Anonymous said...

Clearly bath time makes you contemplative.

Excuse me.....I think I might have something in my eye. Very touching post for a change, and most unexpected.

DY x