by sandy atthajaroon dedicated to jon m. 98 i miss your body being next to my body the way it used to be on those cold nights i miss the feeling of your touch when you held me so close and tight i miss the scent of your soft hair when i put my head next to yours as i laid there in your bed i felt my excitements soar i miss the feeling of your soft hands i miss the passion of your lips i miss the way you used to caress my back then smoothen down to my hips i miss the way your arms wrapped 'round the summit of my back i miss the way we used to fit into an utmost, intimate clasp i miss the way you slid your tongue around my delicate clavicle and the way you used to grasp me is so special and so magical i miss the smell of your cologne and the softness of your skin i miss the clutch of your warm breath as your craves were beckoning i miss the stroke of your blue eyes as you touched my heart and soul i miss the feel of slight surprise so gentle, yet so bold i miss your body next mine as we laid there in your room i can't wait 'til i get home so that i could feel your body soon note (for all you non-doctors): the clavicle is the bone that connects the sternum with the scapula; also known as the collar bone. maybe you thought something else. i wouldn't write anything that indecent.. =)
