I think constantly about kissing her body. I think about her soft thighs with my lips grazing them… planting soft kisses over every square inch of them, slowly.

I miss that. I miss having that desire and I miss feeling her skin on my lips. I miss hearing her sharply inhale and her deep breathing when I delve into her, sexually.

I can even begin to explain the depth and repression of my desire for her. I want to taste her lips, hold her in my arms; I want her to want to please me and I want to completely devour her sexuality.