I miss your kisses.
Your body pressed against mine at the stomach where shirts can slide quickly to hide us.
Your jeans laying against my jeans, our legs uselessly complacent within.
The quiver and sigh that come with my electric touch.
Lets get physical.
I want to kiss every inch of you again, relaxed in our private hours before unforeseen arrivals.
Hold you beneath blankets that are too short to cover my toes because I'm too tall.
Giggling at each stupid face and awkward sound we hear as we try to get comfy.

I want you.
Baby I can't shake the feeling or the taste in my mouth that I get lately.
Hovering over my shoulder like some spectre of lust and passion asking all manner of things.

I miss your kisses, and where they took us on those days where it was just me and you.