Dear Stranger,

  I miss the curl of your lips

  when you hold back a smile,

  I miss the spark in your eyes

  when you talk about art.

  I miss the blush on your cheeks

  akin to rapidly ripening tomato.

  I miss the laugh

  you bring out of me

  a genuine thing,

  in humor dusted dry,

  sucked sapless by society,

  I miss the acceptance in your eyes,

  a balm to my anxiety..

  I miss the days of bored nothingness,

  I miss the lack of quarrel or strife..

  I miss tracing the lines on your palm,

  seeking my proper place in your life..

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  I miss

  the us

  of our outrageous

  adventures in public,

  the playing

  the giggling

  the gasp

  and the look

  astonished

  unblinking

  excited

  as my hands unthinking

  caress your thighs,

  you biting your lips,

  with hips

  clenched tight,

  pretending modesty,

  as proper and right,

  and my hands

  keep playing

  rubbing over your lingerie

  over and over

  like clockwork,

  like clockwork,

  as I dig in

  to your core,

  dripping wet with juices,

  the aroma enticing,

  yet my hands work

  still

  unceasing,

  unceasing under the table,

  fingering,

  lingering just a moment longer,

  so daring,

  uncaring any other,

  a partition

  to cover in

  pretending

  a modicum

  of falsified normalcy,

  my teasing unruly,

  hiding in

  a corner of cafe

  familiar..

  I miss the death glare

  of embarrassment

  sent my way..

  When I teasingly lick

  my fingers anyway..

  I miss ditching the dinner

  running up the stairs,

  rushing in,

  undressing,

  beginning the storm,

  ravaging our room,

  I miss your hiss

  of sweet pain

  tremulous

  in my entering inside you,

  I miss your kiss

  of wild hot passion

  untamed,

  bereft your social grace,

  in the safety

  of me laying beside you..

  I miss the rain

  the flashes of thunder,

  the backdrop of nature

  the melody of moaning

  as I tear you asunder..

  I miss the music

  that screaming

  and begging you craft,

  I miss you licking

  mischievous,

  lavisciously my shaft,

  I miss your craving for me,

  that excitement, obsession..

  I miss your shivering

  skins shimmering

  with droplets

  of sweat

  passionate intensely

  in rhythm exertion..

  I miss your neck

  your shoulders your lips,

  your legs, your thighs,

  your mounds, your hips,

  I miss seeing

  the curves on your body

  drinking you in

  with thirst insatiable,

  licking my way down,

  playing with your breasts,

  tasting your juices,

  eating you up,

  desire so deep

  a hunger irresistible..

  But above all I miss you,

  I miss you,

  I miss you,

  I miss you for love.

  I miss our days drunken

  lusty and steamy,

  and I miss that you cannot

  you cannot

  you cannot

  you cannot forever

  be here with me..