No title, wrote this years ago. I think I've grown up a bit since


When I miss you
I think
of sweet words tumbling from your lips;
tingling caresses from your fingers,
the curve of your neck,
and the sweet taste of your skin.

When I feel alone
I think of the caress
of your lips on my face;
the softness of a breast against my chest,
and the feel of your body,
as I wrap you in my arms.

When I feel lonely
I think of the soul lifting laughter;
the giggles and idle chat,
and the thrill
of seeing you walk into the room.

When I feel content
I know I’m thinking
of the time we spent
and all these things we did together;
I wish I could be near you now,
to show how much I care.

cool man that was great, well done!.... love dosen't care if we are old or young and it always hurts.