Him, Always

I think of him

The roughness of his hands

The softness of his beard

The warm, golden glow of his skin

The way his body fit mine perfectly

I think of conversations we had

The calming sound of his voice

The easy, unfiltered joy of his laugh

I think of the ridges of his belly

The firmness of his biceps

The sweetness of his kiss against my lips

I think of him, always

But it's hardest at night....

I want him back, I want him home

I miss him