I’m missing her

I’m missing her burning touch, missing the fresh aroma of her bare skin. My teeths are craving to dig deep into her flesh, to give her that love bites that she used to adore so much. My hands are missing the grip that used to hold her body tight close to mine. Missing that explosion when our lips touch each other, when our naked chest melt in each others, legs wrapping around, drinking and eating each other. Fingers leaving its print everywhere no place left missing, Theeths marking its territory, conquered, taken, clamed..