Dear Stranger,

I miss the curl of your lips

when you hold back a smile,

I miss the spark in your eyes

when you talk about art.

I miss the blush on your cheeks

akin to rapidly ripening tomato.

I miss the laugh

you bring out of me

a genuine thing,

in humor dusted dry,

sucked sapless by society,

I miss the acceptance in your eyes,

a balm to my anxiety..

I miss the days of bored nothingness,

I miss the lack of quarrel or strife..

I miss tracing the lines on your palm,

seeking my proper place in your life..

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I miss

the us

of our outrageous

adventures in public,

the playing

the giggling

the gasp

and the look

astonished

unblinking

excited

as my hands unthinking

caress your thighs,

you biting your lips,

with hips

clenched tight,

pretending modesty,

as proper and right,

and my hands

keep playing

rubbing over your lingerie

over and over

like clockwork,

like clockwork,

as I dig in

to your core,

dripping wet with juices,

the aroma enticing,

yet my hands work

still

unceasing,

unceasing under the table,

fingering,

lingering just a moment longer,

so daring,

uncaring any other,

a partition

to cover in

pretending

a modicum

of falsified normalcy,

my teasing unruly,

hiding in

a corner of cafe

familiar..

I miss the death glare

of embarrassment

sent my way..

When I teasingly lick

my fingers anyway..

I miss ditching the dinner

running up the stairs,

rushing in,

undressing,

beginning the storm,

ravaging our room,

I miss your hiss

of sweet pain

tremulous

in my entering inside you,

I miss your kiss

of wild hot passion

untamed,

bereft your social grace,

in the safety

of me laying beside you..

I miss the rain

the flashes of thunder,

the backdrop of nature

the melody of moaning

as I tear you asunder..

I miss the music

that screaming

and begging you craft,

I miss you licking

mischievous,

lavisciously my shaft,

I miss your craving for me,

that excitement, obsession..

I miss your shivering

skins shimmering

with droplets

of sweat

passionate intensely

in rhythm exertion..

I miss your neck

your shoulders your lips,

your legs, your thighs,

your mounds, your hips,

I miss seeing

the curves on your body

drinking you in

with thirst insatiable,

licking my way down,

playing with your breasts,

tasting your juices,

eating you up,

desire so deep

a hunger irresistible..

But above all I miss you,

I miss you,

I miss you,

I miss you for love.

I miss our days drunken

lusty and steamy,

and I miss that you cannot

you cannot

you cannot

you cannot forever

be here with me..