I Miss

Sometimes, I Still Miss Her
I Miss
Her Teeth On My Lips
Her Tongue On My Lobe
I Miss
Her Breath In My Kiss
Her Nectar Down My Throat
I Miss Her Face Awakening Me To A New Day
…her Eyes Gracing My Mornings
…her Voice Butterring My Noons
…her Lips Soothing My Evenings
I Miss Her Sultry, Victoria-clad Sights
I Miss Her Screams Arousing My Nights
I Miss Her Special, Vertical Grin
And Afterwards Her Warm Butt Spooning In
I Miss That Special Pie She Prepared, Just For Me
No…the Oven-baked One, See
I Miss Her Laughter, That Sparkle In Her Eyes
I Miss Just Holding Her, As We Lay, Letting Time Pass By
I Miss Her Hands On My Back
Her Breasts Pushing Back
Her Eyes In My Eyes
Her Heat On My Fire
I Miss The Smell Of Cocoa Butter Wafting From Her
Skin
I Miss The Feel Of Cocoa Butter As I Massaged It In
I Miss The Taste Of Cocoa Butter Tongued From Her
Navel
I Miss...those Cocoa Butter Nights We Loved To Savor
Once Upon A Time…in A Land Far Away…
We Connected, We Were Good Together

But, Then Came Our Miss-es
Our Miss-takes And Miss-steps And Miss-communications
Which Led To Miss-use And Miss-trust And Too Many Miss- Statements
All Our Miss-begotten Miss-cues Made Us Miss-erable
So…our Love Miss-carried
Yet, Still…sometimes, I Miss…


Ay Cee Bee