I Miss

I miss your soft supple masculine backside as it rises and writhes in pleasure and ecstasy. The long sinews of your arms and muscles on your shoulders slowly moving as I thrust alongside you. I Miss. The joy felt, the happiness, your satiated smile. The sheer manly satisfaction of feeling a small inner peace, a bit like reaching the outer edges of a physical Shangri-La. I Miss. The journey, the sweat and spit conmingled, the passion, the release, the toes all arching inwards as we gasp. I Miss.