I'm Missing Good Kissing

 

I’m missing

good kissing.

 

Passionate embraces

with smiling faces.

 

Holding on tightly,

sleeping together nightly.

 

Waking up realizing

there’s no eulogizing;

 

the absence of intimacy,

as she’s still sleeping pleasantly;

 

by your side,

your heart they abide.

 

I’m missing,

good kissing.

 

It’s been such a long while,

for a kiss to be met with a smile.

 

A search for soft, happy lips,

the right hands on hips.

 

I miss the feeling of her eyes on me,

the stirring and swelling of what could be.

 

The excited, pulse-quickened anticipation,

of long and sensual osculation.

 

I’m missing,

good kissing.