THERSE

I miss to say his name. I miss his vocie. I miss his smile. I miss his lips. I miss the way he kiss me. I miss to see the way he walks. I miss his way of dressing. I miss his skin. I miss the way he look at me. I miss the fact that he's smarter than me... sometimes. I miss his eyes. I miss his nose. I miss his cheeks. I miss his deep belly button. I miss his fingers. I miss my boy.