Oh, how I miss you...
Even if I
have never
known the sweet succulent taste
of your lips,
my mouth aches
- Burns ! -
with longing for the remembrance
of their touch...
Oh, how I miss you...
Even if I
have never
held you tight
secure, comforting,
yielding softness,
comforting strength,
my arms cry
- Empty ! -
to caress you
hold you
enfold you
with Love...
Oh how I miss you...
Even if I
have never
kissed the tenderness
of your neck the
sweetness found
like nectar
just behind your ear,
and trailed down
your curves
- Drowning in Kisses ! -
the sweet scent of you...
0h how I miss you...
Even if I
have never
taken your breasts
into my hands
with the care for
the new born babe
of our passion,
and danced kisses
around them
finally
taking your hardening nipples
into my mouth
like fresh plums
- Rosebud Taut! -
screaming to blossom
into ecstasy...
Oh, how I miss you...
Even if I
have never
kissed down the smooth slope
of your belly
carefully deliberate
not to tickle
and passing on...
down your thighs,
sweet tendernesses
to nibble at
the backs of your knees,
your calves,
to your delicate ankles,
consuming every inch
- of You! -
with the fire of Passion...
Oh, how I miss you...
Even if I
have never
been there
as your legs
slightly part
like a rose
to the calling of the dawn,
sweet dew-drops
gathered on the folds
of the petals
of your love...
Oh, how I miss you...
Even if I
have never
traveled back up
trailing
the fiery imprint
wet
warm
love
of my mouth
along the inside
of your legs
to creamy thighs
- and Explosion! -
of the sweetest dessert...
Oh, how I miss you...
Even if I
have never
dared
to be so bold,
even if I
cannot
quite
remember...
I ache with the longing for you
women.
Karl Chamberlain
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