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I miss touch for the sake
of simply connecting.
I miss the first caress and
it’s excitement that sends an electric energy
coursing through my being;
it’s memory vibrating within me for hours.

I miss the smell of flowers for the sake
of consideration.
I miss the pungent scent of lilacs
and orchids; how the odor
seems to instantly suggest, in the most lovely way,
an intense sense of caring forever.

I miss the wanting look for the sake
of seeing desire.
I miss the passing of those
subtle glances; the gleam
in their eyes as it cuts through me,
making me feel more vulnerable than ever.

I miss the sound of a whisper for the sake
of sharing a secret.
I miss the gentle lowness of
their voice; hearing those
“sweet nothings,” letting me
truly believe we are alone in the ether.

I miss the taste of skin for the sake
of tasting your lover.
I miss the sweet and salty palate
as you kiss them on the neck, the flavor of
the texture of their skin against
the lips and the tongue as you lay together.

I miss being loved for
love’s sake.
I miss “I love you”
without a qualifier;
because every love since,
has been qualified by another.