kissing him. i miss the flush of endorphins that run through just before our lips touch. the hewn of his beard on my face. his taste and the way my mouth waters in anticipation and the flare of my nostrils when his scent hits them. i miss being kissed so thoroughly and completely that i lose track of time and i pout when we have to break apart. i miss the way my knees buckle and the strength of his arm holding me up. i miss that sigh when i realize he is really right there, right then, i miss kissing. him.
is me is really me 
all of that!