I miss the taste of your words on my skin,
the way they danced upon my senses
like a gentle summer breeze.
Each syllable carried a subtle electricity,
tracing delicate pathways along my flesh,
igniting a fire within.
Your voice, a sweet symphony,
wrapped around me,
weaving a tapestry of longing and desire.
It whispered secrets that only my soul
a language that transcended mere words.
Your whiskey-colored eyes, deep pools of amber and warmth,
beckoned me with an irresistible pull.
They held secrets untold,
stories whispered in the flicker of a flame.
As I gazed into them, I felt myself surrendering,
willingly adrift in your captivating world.
Your essence, like a gentle breeze on a summer’s day,
cradled me, allowing me to float weightlessly
on the surface of life’s tumultuous waters.
In your presence, worries and cares melted away,
replaced by a serene tranquility.
With each stolen glance, I dove deeper,
enveloped in the spell you casted,
finding solace and bliss in the depths of your gaze.
Oh, how I ache for the intimacy of your phrases,
the vulnerability they unleashed within me.
Without them, I am left yearning,
my skin craving the delicious poetry
that once painted me in ecstasy.