I Miss...

I miss Smurfberry cereal...I used to love it and Pac-Man cereal when I was a kid.
 
I miss, at times, the touch and touching of a woman.

The curve of her body as she lies against me, my hand sliding down to the small of her back

Her soft skin under my fingers and the exquisite tingle I feel as I explore her only with my touch.

A leg casually tossed across mine, her hand resting lightly on my chest, a cheek upon my shoulder.

My hand resting on her knee as we drive down the road, the girlish squeal as I squeeze her.

Her hair caressed by my hand, its silken threads spilling behind her to frame her face.

I miss, at times, the touch and touching of a woman.
 
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