I hear your voice chatting me,
But that's deep in my mind,
Indiscernible words coming,
And I reach to converse,
But that's gone a world,
I miss you.
Fleeting images cross my eyes,
A curvy girly silhouette posing by,
Chiffon dress hugging the form,
And I reach for surprise touch,
But that's a gone a world,
I miss you.
I feel finger massaging my nape,
Tender, soft skilled careful touches,
Something long practiced to amuse,
And I close my eyes to enjoy,
But that's a gone a world,
I miss you
I miss you from depth of my heart
I miss you to the point of tears
I miss you till I'm sick
I miss you till I'm weak
Girl I'm missing you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A marvelous expression of softness on relations or love that may be