I missed you,

I missed your company.

I missed your touch,

I missed you and me.

 

I still remember the first time you looked at me,

Our senses in captivated-

wondering what could be.

I knew we both wanted to be free,

Although when you first touched me-

 I never wanted to flee.

 

His touch was sensational,

it was kind.

It was exactly what I’d thought It’d be

if he were mine.

He took me out to dinner

then kissed my cheek,

At this point it only made me think.

How could someone like him

 want me?

 And, at a time like this?

 I was feeling so bleak.

 

Anytime a body part of his touched me,

Trust me- I was feeling something.

His fingers- a contradiction between firm, yet soft.

His lips- purely innocent, at least in my head.

 I had never wanted to be away from them,

it was my motivation to arise from the dead.

Now, his breath?

A rare touch.

He breathed on me like I knew him and such.

I guess now I did.

I realized we were the same.

We were interconnected- infecting one another.

 Energy was what we were sharing,

His touch-

made me feel daring.

 

His caressing was

something else,

it was full body-

I never experienced this lust.

I’m glad I had the chance to,

for when our bodies touched, I felt

 the heat coming off the both of us.

I told myself not to fall in love

Because if I were too,

the touch wouldn’t have meant

what it does.

 

Although being my past,

 I think about him often in the present.

His touch was a gift it

 left me feeling pleasant.

I wish to see him

again, someday

 for if not

 I’ll always remember

how he quivered my senses and

took down my fences.

 

I was dancing with the devil’s son-

Little did he know,

I was the one.

 

Ego killed it-

our friendship and what we had.

We’ve distanced ourselves

We were sick.

 

But where are you now?

Let me get a lick.

 

A.A.