Being in love

I miss being in love,
That warm glowing feeling
that makes people cringe
When for days and hours
I talk of only him.
And I miss the longing look
In my adoring eyes
When he steps wet
Out on the bath mat.

More I miss his looking,
Shy glances caught
Between the starter and desert
The hesitation to touch
Its now all so self-assured
Im won and possessed.
So we snuggle to bed tight
Were not in love, I love instead.