your words cut to our deepest longings,.

our longest hour in sleep till death

Absolutely Beautiful

In your case, it is just a beginning
“Is It Too Late?”

It is that touch.
That I miss so much.
Laying there holding me all night
Here in their arms so tight.

As I listen to them whisper.
Deep within the fire starts to stir.
As I feel their finger tips.
Trace circles around my lips.

The heat from their breath as it touches my skin.
And the embers catch fire deep within.
As I hear the sound of their voice in my ear.
And they reach out and pull me near.

It is these things I miss the most.
At times I wish I had someone close.
Just to be with each night.
And make things seem alright.

There are so many things I miss.
Like a hug or a soft kiss.
Or just to have someone to talk.
Too or hand n hand together we could walk.

It is the little things I miss.
We don’t realize till we don’t have this.
Then we sit back and wonder what will we do.
If its love we do not pursue.

Is it gone for good?
And we did not do what we should.
Will we know for sure?
Will we find that love that is pure?

Or have we already had our chance.
And we let romance.
Pass us bye never to come again.
And we have lost our chance to obtain.

These things go through my head.
And at times I do dread.
That love has passed me bye.
And alone I will be when I die.

K.L.M
5/16/2008

Sounds like you took the words right out of my head. Oh how I miss that feeling myself. To hold someone, to kiss someone...all of it.