It Is Not

It is not the dick that I miss.

It is not the way you sex me that I miss. 

It is not the way you bend me over, raise my legs, lift my ass or let me ride you that I miss. It is not the deep stroke or the consistent orgasm you always give that I miss. It is not the way your hands grab my ass as you swell inside of me that I miss.

It is not the way your dick fits so perfectly in my mouth; the way you taste. It is not the way your dick feels at home within my tight walls that I miss. It is not the way you make my pussy wet whenever your body touches mine.

It is not the way my body craves you all the time that I miss.

It is the not the crooked seductive smile that I miss. It is not the kiss on my ankles or the look of lust in your eyes. It is not your arms wrapped around me close that I miss.

It is not the silent intense uprising provocative calm energy that I miss.

It is not.