She missed his kisses

Even though he had kissed her like her lips were the fountain of eternal life

As if that kiss were the power that made his heart beat

she missed his kisses


She missed his touch

Even though his hands had molded her body like the Venus Demilo

Even though his fingers had mapped her skin with passionate flames

she missed his touch

From the soft warmth of their bed she dreamed of him

The scent of him lingering there in the covers

She knew he would be home soon

And yet, she missed him


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