espcoffee's Profile
Sex: Male
Age: 48
Pref: Straight
Status: Single
Height: 6' 2"
Eyes: Green
Hair: Brown
Body Type: Muscular
Smokes: No
Drinks: Rarely
Race: Caucasian
Religion: Not Religious
Children: No, but would like one day
Education: Bachelor's Degree
I miss you girl, I miss everything about you. I miss your smile and mischievous looks when no one looks except me. I miss you keen eyes that try to see through me but can't. I miss your young tanned body moving against mine in syncopated time. I miss that laugh of yours as you get my obscure joke or esoteric comment or just when you think something is funny.. I miss my large hands almost circumnavigating your small tight waist, with strength I hold you in place. I miss the gooseflesh that covers your soft skin when I kiss you cygnet neck covered in sweat after your run. The goose bumps come with kisses to yourr cute ears, I miss wiping your tears. Laugh or cry at the drop of a hat or over a stupid movie... I miss that.
I miss your loving mouth such interesting words spout, I miss your sultry tongue with passions all undone, I miss your tart lips and the movement of your hips.
I miss your intellect, such a sharp wit and yes, I miss our arguments and the fact that when you were wrong you said so and I did the same, you know that, there is no shame in being wrong, especially when we make up..
There are not many girls if any that could love a man like me, and you did, you did love me the same as I love thee. We moved as one.
Everything about us was natural, nothing contrived. A man and a woman in love, as God intended, a girl and a man in passion free from worldly fashions, a lady and a man as deepest friends. No legislation needed for the love of a man for a girl, so natural so pure as God intended...
I miss your tanned, slender French legs around me and your long feet with long toes rubbing against my legs, how you could pinch me with those long toes of yours is beyond me, it hurt, you laughed..
I miss our morning coffee as strangers we meet with no one knowing what we have in each other, your lingering look over your steaming cup, there is no one like you, I miss your bare shoulders in a summer dress. I miss the way you walk and the sound of your talk.
I miss your small breasts pressed to my chest in aspirated breaths. I miss your sun kissed lithesome back glowing from light through my window, you are at peace stretched across my bed.
I miss your attacks of passions with deepest hunger for a man like me. How could it be, a beautiful girl like you and just a man like me?
But more than all of the said girl, I miss your God given soul, your personality, who you are, what you are, I miss your demeanor in all that you are.
I miss the way your heart beats against mine in syncopated time.