the touch of your fingers <br />the softness of your hands <br />memories of the past <br />buried gently in my mind... <br /> <br />how I miss those days <br />when your lips met mine <br />when my fingers dropp to your hairy chest <br />moving softly as you close your eyes...... <br /> <br />how I miss those times <br />when we both made our promises <br />to enjoy the sweetness of companionship <br />with our grown up boys and girls...... <br /> <br />but life is cruel <br />you left me with bundle of memories <br />even the art of sands can’t help <br />to wipe all those traces.... <br /> <br />not even the brightest night <br />can cure my solitude <br />can ignore the hidden tears <br />sleeping alone at night... <br /> <br />how I miss those moments <br />where you always whisper “I love you” <br />with your busy fingers around me <br />with my naughty words 'i love you too'... <br /> <br />and as I saw the fact <br />that alone I am alive <br />where only the sounds i hear <br />and the mirror-behind lights…<br /><br />lady grace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/art-of-touch-2/
