PiningI miss driving with you,Pining by noiamnot
the way you squeeze me a little tighter
when we go around a corner.
I miss listening to music with you,
the way you change the words
so that you're singing to me.
I miss cold mornings with you,
the way you snuggle closer to me when I tell you I'm cold
'cause we both know that just means I want you to hold me.
I miss watching movies with you,
the way you wrap your arms around me
and don't let go until they go to sleep.
I miss your pretty eyes,
the way they gaze at me, steady yet intense
as if you can see what I'm thinking (and you usually can).
I miss eating with you,
the way you steal my food because you know I like it
and let me feed you so I can touch your soft lips.
I miss talking with you,
watching your face as you pour out your exquisite thoughts
in that smooth-as-silk hot-as-hell voice of yours.
I miss watching you sleep,
the way you're all warm and relaxed
looking like the angel you are.
I miss your adorable smile, your good-enough-to-eat smell, your pot