she Misses Her

she misses the breathless moments of T/their evening time,
she misses kneeling before Her, serving Her red wine.
she misses Her touch, Her firey embrace,
she misses the way when she's around Her, her heart begins to race.
she misses the sound of Her footsteps echoing down the hall,
she misses how Her touch sends her into desperate calls.
she misses how Her words put her at comfort and ease,
she misses tasting Her while kneeled upon her knees.
she misses Her beautiful face,
she misses Her exquisite feline grace.
she misses Her seductive and Dominating power,
she misses how Her commands cause her to shiver and cower.
she misses Her beautifully full crimson lips,
she misses the fever caused from Her fingertips.
she misses how one look from Her makes her silent, still, transfixed,
she misses how she never knows exactly what will happen next.
But if one was to ask her, what she misses most of all,
her answer would be simple, for she misses everything about Her, as in her eyes She is without flaw.