What I miss about men

Men and what I miss

The other day I told my sister that sometime in the future I would start dating again.

In our sister-to-sister discussion she asked me:

"Susan, What do you miss about a man?"


With much reflection, sighing and more reflection - Here is what I miss about a man:

I miss a man's voice.
I miss a man's laugh.
I miss a man's hands.
I miss a man's caress.
I miss a man's breath.
I miss a man's strength.
I miss a man's comfort.
I miss a man's taste.
I miss a man's hardness.
I miss a man's hands cradling my face.
I miss a man's soft secret whisper in my ear that causes me to catch my breath.
I miss a man's breath on the softest and most sensitive part of my neck.
I miss a man taking charge.
I miss feeling a 5 o'clock shadow in the palm of my hands.
I miss the feel of a man's skin against my skin.
I miss the taste of a man's lips on my lips.
I miss the smell of a man's skin after a hard days work.
I miss the smell of a man's skin after shower.
I miss a man's standing behind me and putting his arms around.
I miss seeing the depth of who he is in his eyes.
I miss feeling his heartbeat under the palm of my hand.
I miss watching the muscles and planes of a man move as he works.

I miss a man's honor, strength, courage and bravery.

I miss the very essence of a man.

The list of what I miss about a man could go on infinitely. Continuing to think about the rest of this list only leaves me 'wanting.'

I just miss too much and what I miss, I crave and desire.

Right now, what you hear is Susan sighing.......

I think, perhaps, what my sister intended to do was torture me not question me.

Oh so reflective,


Susan