I miss lying in his arms

I miss lying in his arms his hot body keeping me warm.

I miss that cuddle and gentle squeeze, that made me fall asleep with such ease.

I miss the kisses here and there, his subtle way of showing his care.

I miss his breath, against my skin – the distance between us ever so thin.

I miss the feel our bodies, naked and bare, close and curled up on his favourite chair.

I miss drifting off comfortable by his side, knowing with him – I had nothing to hide.