500daysofwhatever

I miss your fingers on the inner linings of my thigh
I miss your eyelashes against my cheeks when I hold you close
I miss your lips on my temple
On my lips
On my neck
On my every inch
I miss your midnight voice
I miss you holding my hand while you change gears
I miss the art of our love making
I miss our toes touching in the late a.m.
I miss every second
Why are you so far away