“What I Miss”

I’ll tell you what I miss — what I’m craving. Your touch, your kisses, the sound of you breathing when the world slows down. You move something in me that words can’t quite touch — something that hums beneath my skin and remembers you. Your hands make me feel small, safe… desired. Your kisses remind me I’m seen, not just looked at. When I’m tangled with you, I can finally be soft — unarmored, unguarded, whole. With you, the noise in my head goes quiet. My body listens instead — to the rhythm of your breath, the weight of your hands, the warmth of being chosen without words. You draw the woman out of me — not the one who holds it all together, but the one who surrenders to the moment, who lets go and just feels. And when we’re in sync like that, it’s not just passion — it’s peace. It’s like waves meeting the shore, again and again, reminding me that softness can be strong too. 💚🤍🩵-Jas+Chat