I miss you
I miss every bit of you
miss your touch that makes me fall asleep and that which makes me scream your name
I miss the sync of our lips…that which settle the pain on my hips
I miss the warmth from your loins that which roared my cold like a lion
I miss you beyond words
Though I have to put down words as a wordsmith find no other means of expression
I miss the tone of your voice that which send my worries to be devour
I miss our little chitchat
little, yet long enough to send tons of echoes in my head
I miss you each day
for its passage without you is like vacuum that yearn fulfilment
I miss your tickle that sends my ribs to the dancing festival

Irenitemi Pearl

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