I miss deep kisses wet with longing.
I miss hands that know where to touch to quicken my pulse
And strong arms around me.
I miss the needs of a man I care about,
I miss feeding his naked hunger.
I miss slow dancing in each others' arms.
But most of all I miss love.
I miss soft sweetnesses whispered in my ear.
I miss the passionate assault,
The breathless heaving.
I miss the spasm of ecstasy,
His brimming into mine.
I miss spilling over with wetness,
Spilling over with joy.
But most of all, I miss love.
I miss the needs of a man I care about, I miss feeding his naked hunger. I miss slow dancing in each others' arms. But most of all I miss love..... beautiful poem full of endearing love and desire....... thank u dear poet. tony
I simply loved poem. It makes me recollect much of my feelings at 61 myself. Lovely poem. Edmund
‘…I miss hands that know where to touch to quicken my pulse …’ Poetic yummy this ‘where’ …finally ~ ‘…But most of all, I miss love.’ Indeed unfortunate state where love is missed…and this is pitch of poem… Ten++ Ms. Nivedita UK
the contrast of the line 'but most of all, I miss love' in its simplicity, in contrast with the very descriptive (and quite erotic) lines of the rest of the poem makes this so heart-wrenching....
Carnal meets spiritual - and it works beautifully! Racy and exciting, yet oh so sad. It's those four heart-rending words: 'But most of all...' I love this poem! S :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poignant, soft, sensual tasteful write.