Missing Him

I joke about missing the sex…and while I’m in my prime and the sex was good, it isn’t really what I miss.


I miss his face
I miss his kiss
His warm embrace

I miss his smile
I miss his hands
It’s been awhile.

I miss his voice
I miss his strength
It is his choice

I miss his brain
I miss his brawn
He caused me pain.

I miss his touch
I miss his wit
Oh so very much.