There is alot of things I mean

I mean;
I miss the time we had
I miss the time we spend
I miss your gaze
I miss the energy
I miss us sneaking around
I miss your strength
I miss that grip around my arm
I miss the bruices
I miss your hand at my troat
I miss your exhales
I miss your voice vibrating between my legs
I miss your tongue on my skin

I miss you inside of me
I miss the feeling of you pulsating inside of me
I miss getting wet while you pin me down
I miss you using me,
you wanting me, taking me, fucking me, coming with me, never get tired of me, hitting my skin red, biting my arm, making me scream, not letting me breath.

I miss you letting me taste myself trough your fingers in my mounth

I miss you turning me on.
Honey...

I miss you.