I miss the love letters scripted with our moans and sighs. The want in your hungry fingers as you spelled out your fantasies between my thighs. The throbbing need that pulsed against my flesh as my mouth you dangerously possessed. The control I yielded with every pull of my hair, my vulnerable dam collapsing in your powerful hands. I miss the good-bye kisses that left me trembling. The sound of your voice, hoarse with restraint and tender with desire. The eyes that opened me to your heart but shuttered me from your pain.
We left each other torn. Time has made us whole again. But now, we are only blank pages.