When I'm with you, we're in heaven,
All my bits are in the zone,
Free to feast or sleep together,
Then it changes, and you're gone.
My mind, it tells me, you'll be back,
Its out of our control, but my
bits of me that miss you, say
a week is far too long.
My heart, it thinks you're beautiful,
It tells me with a thud,
It misses, how you listen,
Like an angel, full of love.
My ears miss the way you speak,
In classical tones, they
miss your secret whisper
and your sexy on the phone.
My nose, it misses sweet aromas
Near you all the time, in
your kitchen, crispy sheets,
amazing roses, scent of wine.
My eyes, more often than the rest,
They miss your massive smile,
My toes, although the furthest, oh
They miss your lower thigh.
My fingers claim the greatest miss,
Especially their tips, but for
Your kiss, my bits that miss,
you most, must be my lips!
© By wordsnnoise On 5/25/2011 10:41:11 PM