Missing Sam

I miss his twinkling, silver, smile-crinkled eyes
his broad-shoulders and sexy, sauntering walk,
my own heart's thudding, pulsating response
to the bleep of my phone heralding early morning
messages and good-morning greetings.
I miss feeling young, alive and expectant -
of warm, sweet-tasting kisses, gently probing
tongues and our naked embraces -
my slim, pale smoothness entwined with his
darker, hair roughened musky stength.

I miss his easy friendship and ready affection
I miss Sam.