I miss you.
I hate those words.
He said them to me last night.
I miss you.
But do you miss me or miss my body.
Do you miss my laugh my humor.
Or you just miss my body my legs.
You miss my kiss. Soft and sweet.
You miss my hands as they trace across your back.
You don't miss me
You miss my body how my legs engulf you.
How my lips entice you. You miss the wet and warmth.
You don't miss me.
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