I miss the taste of your flesh, as I run my tongue across it, bringing you closer to the edge of ecstasy. I miss the warmth of your mouth as you kiss me, as your kisses descend from my waiting lips. I miss holding your perfect breasts like two goblets, drinking deeply from the fountain of youth, the fountain of life, the fountain of desire. I miss the way you would gasp. Goddamit, I miss you. I'm leaving now. Hopefully you'll come back to me.