the first letter of the alphabet.

Adolescent Love.

I miss your lips.
I miss the way they'd graze mine,
And how they'd pepper my breasts,
While my fingers would get lost in your ginger hair.

I miss your fingers too.
In the way they used to engulf mine,
As well as the purely sinful, guilty,
Influence they had over my naked, pale skin.

But still I miss you more than the lust.
The lust that has begun to devour me.
Lust. Consuming me and surrounding me,
Making a home in each one of my thoughts.

Because while I miss your touch,
I miss your body and being more,
Me enchanted by; your sweet embrace and gentle words.
You were my own companion; a fearless, adolescent spirit.

And above all; my adolescent love.
~S.A.