The poem written for the one that got away--- but may have help set me free!

Again.
I want it again...
Yes, I want it again.
The feeling I had when your voice reached down inside me and rocked my soul with its tenderness.
I want to fall asleep again with you on my mind and with the smell of you wrapped around me the way your arms would be if you were here...
Right here beside me.
I want it again,
the fifteen minutes of pleasure I promised to bring to your body with just my lips.
And the three extra minutes it took when fifteen minutes just didn't seem like long enough.
I want it again,
The bumping and grinding of my mind with your mind,
stimulated by the good conversation that neither of us wanted to end.
And why do I want this again?
The answer is simple:
You see, you have brought the season of spring to that part of my life that for so long had only known the chill, the cold chill of fall.
You have brought a smile to my soul that last long after our conversation ends and the door shuts between us and I'm grateful to you for that.
So let me tell you again,
Thank you.
Thank you for taking an interest in me for being only me.
Thank you for helping me to appreciate me.
Thank you for allowing me to know the you that is honest and true .
Thank you. Thank you for just your being you.

And when our journey together seems to have reached a standstill, may you join with me in saying... Again.
I want it again.
And again.
And again.