I miss the feel
Of liquid love
It’s the only thing
I can still think of
I miss the days
Of never being alone
The feel of a warm touch
Melding with my own
I miss the passion
Found in a kiss
And still wish there was a way
To bottle bliss
I miss the life
That I once knew
When I didn’t have to live
Without a me and you
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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Powerful, poignant and poetic. Wonderful combination 🙂
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Thanks! 🙂
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You’re welcome ☺
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Oh Michelle, what a lovely poem, and you do have a way of making me teary, haha, but that’s normal for Ivor.
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Thank you… Most of the time I make myself cry when I write these. Lol…
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He’ll be home soon ❤️
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Oh , so pretty – love this poem
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Thank you…
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An elegantly written poem of desire. Sensuous ink!
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Thank you, Amitav.
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