I miss making love to him
his lips touching mine
hands moving across my body
how he licked and kissed me until I shivered and begged for more
how he teased me into an orgasmic madness
After his manhood entered me
and slowly filled all my senses

There was always something so surreal about when we finally got to the point of penetration
The eye contact made for
mind contact as the passion
mounted its paramount
It was explosive

I miss that, but not him

Written by Gigi1978 (Gg78)

courtesy of http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/52020-i-miss-that/