girly book

I miss your arms
And your chest—
My favorite pillow.
I miss being able to lean up
And capture your soft lips.
I miss your fluffy hair,
Running my fingers through it.
I miss your strength,
How you don’t budge,
Your protectiveness.
I miss how messy
My hair always gets,
And smelling like sex.
I miss the way you look at me,
The way you smile at me,
The way you hold my hand.
Always tight, intimate, close.
I miss my little crevice,
Being engulfed,
Laughing,
Sitting on your lap.
God, I miss it all so much.
I miss you so much.