What I miss most - is a passionate kiss
Soft hands bringing gentle sweet caress
Someone that loves me at their own bequest
Not for satisfied selfish interest requests
What I miss most - is heart felt hugging delight
Seeing Her try with all her might
Mesmerizing, deliciously glazed eyes
The shock and awe when she was surprised
What I miss most - is her hot breath in my ear
At the end of a sad movie that trickling tear
And when the team was behind; her fake cheer
The way she grimaces when she opens a beer
What I miss most - is how she would become a pest
If I should get down and out depressed
The way she would contest, until I demonstrated zest
And hearing her protest, if I failed to do my best
What I miss most - is watching her undress
Giving pleasure by pretending to arrest
The secret way that we would jest
That she made me feel so incredibly blessed
What I miss most - is when she played deaf as a post
The way she smiled, if I bragged on her roast
How excited she got as an entertaining host
And her quirky fear of goblins and ghosts
What I miss most - is heard coast to coast
Nothing new here to ramble on and boast
But what I would give to tip my mug in a toast
Celebrating a lifetime of squeezing the most
