Brandtk

how can I miss those lips, that I've never kissed before, how can I long for the memory of that laugh on your face, when you get out of the bath, your warm embrace, the touch of your hand upon my skin, the warm wetness of when you let me in ... the gentle rise and fall of your breast, every time you take a breath, as you fall asleep next to me, in our bed under the sheets, how can I miss these things, which I've never felt, but they are as real, as heaven itself