I miss...

I miss him. I miss his touch, his smell, his little belly, his hair, his perfume. I miss cuddling with him, his embarrasses, the noises that he was making out of the blue. I miss his shudder, the way he made me feel, the way my body reacted at his softest touch. I miss eating together, his great mood after a good meal and a cigarette, the way he takes care of me, his red-brown eyes, his soft skin, his little face. I miss his cute, silk-like hands. I miss the look in his eyes, the only thing that we could not connect physically. I miss HIM.