One of the days where I miss him,
Every touch of his gave butterflies in my vagina.
The way he caressed my body, stroked my hair, intoxicated me.
His cuddles were warm and mellow.
And those moments when our lips puckered drove me insanely in love with him.
His love making was peculiar in a way, it was more affectionate than passionate.
The serene nature of his made me lust over him more and more
He had this mysterious self of his which always intrigued me.
And before I could do anything about it he disappeared just like wind and by this erasing all my hopes of unravelling his mystery.