MISSING
Your presence
an incandescent fire,
searing memories.
Your absence
a dull gnawing ache.
Reminding
of the passion,
sharing,
comfort sought –
generously given.
Briefly assuaged
by messages
penned and spoken.
Oft sparking
desire
for time’s swift passage.
So once more
to behold
your laughing face
and
gaze upon
your silken skin,
to touch
your swollen breasts,
kiss
your secret places.
Hold your nakedness
against mine,
whisper
love’s secrets
and
kindle anew
the sacred flame.
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