Missing

Today Iam using the tshirt with whom you met.
Even today I remember you, in the moment that recreated your hands on me,
as your tender hug caresses begining to be more intense, searching my neck playing my breasts.
I still remember you and when do it my belly is smiling, and was anxious, and then I am wet between your memories
But my fingers do not dare to touch, they only can remmeber.
I am stoic to the remembrance of your hands on my body.
Since I came back I don't shaved my sex, there was no reason to, or for whom.
I do not want to ruin it, I do not want to lose the feeling, the last time you on my skin
I dont know when I touch my self again , until when I will decide it is time to start again.
Kissing, touching, biting, licking, riping, want ....
My desire ...is missing, was missing.... missing...