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Know What I Am Missing by Kenny Davis

I miss the warmth of the hugs of the soft, smooth skin of her curves. With every
sensual sensation from the mere caress of creation, by only hers, are meant 2
burn 2 very tips of my nerves.

I miss her in the tight, timeless grasp of my arms. Mapping & scaling the
smooth landscaping of the hills & valleys of her body in my hands, yearning of
4 what that might feel like again.

I miss the way it would feel 4 her 2 wrap her arms tightly around my waist, as
my eyes & hers would meet, blessed 2 look down upon the radiant beauty of
her face. Hands 2 meet around the crest of my lower back, as if they were 2
never part again, never letting this vessel depart far from her heart again.

I miss the feel of her arms around my neck. the measure of softness like silk, or
the smoothness of buttermilk, unlike nothing I've never felt, or 2 ever feel again
from no 1 else 4 myself.

What I miss is that of the every moment of every kiss. Though not yet 2
be shared, though I know the urge has been there, the thought of tasting the
mere tips of her lips, becomes 2 much 2 bear, stuck 2 myself, kissing nothing,
but thin air.

I miss what those moments would create, missing out, due 2 a fear of a pain that
might be, on the measure of the pleasure of a love timelessly.

I miss all of the times we did share. Miss hearing her voice with my name through
the air, the feel of her hair, miss the feeling of the closeness of our hearts, when
she was no longer there.

I know I miss all of the time we've lost, in a fear of being hurt again, but at
what cost? Time, 4 each other, God has made, only 2 pass us by, only 2 fade,
taking it all 4 granted, claiming we would wait, when in fact, what a waste.

My lungs misses my air, my reason to breath. The reason my sun rises and shines
to the East. In this world filled with chaos, my serenity, my peace. Only, a lonely
King, missing his Queen.

I miss the affect of how her absence would make my heart stop. In hopes that the
essence of her presence would allow it to beat once again. So that the hollow
halls of my life would hear the walking of her feet once again.

My heart misses hers, missing that of a ghost. Out of everything in my life, I find I
am missing her which matters most. For future moments, we kiss. For future
moments of sensual, intimate bliss. For all of the future, timeless, priceless 
moments such as this, from my heart to hers, she is sorely, deeply, passionately 
missed.

 
© June 2014 k.davis
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