Her voice, whispering gently in my ear,
The partial grin on her mouth telling me I'm full of it.
The twinkle in her eye that means she has a plan,
The arch of her back when cradled in my arms in the expectation of a warm kiss.
The scent of her neck right before I nibble it, maybe bite,
The pure delight when I hold her in my arms and she become weightless.
I can go on and on, there's more and more endless.
For all the planning in the world is meaningless because when I see you,
Hold you, I become enamored all over again.
I'm in no rush, not at all.
It’s just these are some of the things I miss.
by INXS421 04/02/07
