Thinking of You

I am immediately reminded of those pools of dark brown that you detest
But I love them
The way they smolder, and light up when you smile
When you’re happy.

And that smile….
I always loved your smile
Your cheeks widen, your eyes slightly wrinkle at the sides and nothing else matters
But the melodious sounds from your mouth, and the laughter
Your loud laugh that makes me look at you in awe and laugh with you
So carefree and shameless

Your hands, smaller than mine that has seen years of hurt and fights
Little hands I want to hold and kiss. Little hands that gently touch my skin
And leaves my body tingling, arching, aching for more
Hands and arms that hold me at night, and I feel safe and loved.

Lips, soft, full, pouty, generous
Slightly parted to give me access to taste the honeyed flavor
Addictive, you talk and all I want to do is kiss you, again and again and…
Keep kissing you
Until you grab my head and pull me deeper, your tongue probing, greedily taking more
Hearing you sigh, little hands tenderly touching the side of my face

“Mira…”
The sound of my name rolling off your tongue
And I’m wrapped in the lullaby that is your voice
Lost in your curves, the arch in your back
The dip in your side, the feel of your caramel skin against mine
Beautiful breasts, your “work of art”
Everything soft and supple, warm molds of flesh in my hands
I don’t know where to start
I want to taste all of you

Swollen, glistening, wet, dripping
Gently pulling your clit into my mouth
Listening to your moans
Drowning in the sights, feelings, and smells, reveling in you
Being apart of you
The roll of your hips, your hands on the back of my head pushing me down
Needing you to come for me, on me
Wanting to be the one to bring you to that place, and hold you as you come back down
Letting you taste yourself on my lips, as I lick any remnants of myself off of yours…

I’m just thinking of you baby…I love you….Mira