I Miss

Posted on by Beast in Erotic, Erotic poetry, Love, Poetry

I miss my palms, resting on your thighs.

I miss your glistening pussy, before my eyes.

I miss your fragrance, your sublime feminine scent.

I miss pleasuring you, my fetish, my bent.

I miss your taste, as your flavours flow.

I miss that twist, as you writhe and grow.

I miss you cumming, upon my eager mouth.

I miss giving you that thrill, as it’s mine, no doubt.

Published by Beast

4 thoughts on “I Miss”

    1. I miss our freedom,
      Truly being who we’d be.
      I miss being open,
      Seeing the real you and me.
      I miss being nothing,
      Nothing but us too.
      But the thing I miss most,
      Is you.

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