I miss your body... and, as you so eloquently described, worshipping your body; studying the softness, the curves, the sensitivities it holds... watching it -- feeling it -- react to the thoughtful touch of my fingertips, the desperate swirl of my tongue, the gentle nuzzling of my nose&cheeks... I miss holding you, wrapping you up in my arms completely, tightly, like a big, familiar comforter. I miss laying on one another, naked, warm, red-cheeked and covered in goosebumps... feeling each other breathe in&out, feeling each other's energy... 

be mine, always.