Besame Mucho

I miss your touch,
I miss your breath,
I miss waking up beside you,
And telling you how much I love you.
I miss your lips, I miss your breast.
I miss your smile I miss your face.
I miss your hippie shit.
I also miss making breakfast for you.
I miss loving you.
Well that will never stop and it haunts me.
I miss making love to you.
I miss loving you.
I miss you you were my muse and my reason to live.
I miss dancing with you in the streets of Mexico city. I miss your warmth.
I miss loving you.
Besame, besame Mucho Love