What I miss the most...

What I miss the most...

...is not the sex anytime and anywhere,
is not the sweet aroma of her hair,
is not the feel of her mouth down below,
or the way she'd look when the lights were low.
Is not her shape,
or curves,
or taste,
is not my mouth below her waste,
no,
what I miss the most,
what had me totally endeared,
were her soft arms around me
when the world just dissappeared.

Spike