I'm still missing him
Missing his touch
Missing his kiss
I'm still missing him
Missing the way he touched my body
Missing the way he kissed my lips
I'm still missing him
Missing the way his lips met mine
Missing the way his lips knew when to touch me
I'm still missing him
Missing the way his hands knew where to go
Missing the way his hands glided against my skin
I'm still missing him
Missing his skin pressed against me
Missing his fingers on my hips
Damn
I'm still missing him
Is he still missing me?
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Poetry Collection: Jr. And Senior High
PoetryA collection of my most depressing poems.