In the morning
With the sense of
breezy air
At the greenery garden
On the bench,
I miss
your amorous touch
Like the feel of velvety
While picking Cup of Tea
I Miss
Your titillating words
With the erotic look
Of your eyes
That encourages me
To subdue in your eyes.
I miss
Your magical words
That I used to say
In your ears slowly slowly.
I enjoy your smile
That appear on your face
Which encourages me
To flirt you more.