My fingers through your hair... slowly my hands move down intertwine my fingers with yours. Warmth. I move to be on top of you, And I only Look at you.
Our eyes close When I kiss your lips.
Closer, I rest my head on your shoulder and with our eyes still closed, we breathe.
I kiss your neck and your shoulder and chin and scar and cheeks and ears. I like your face. I like touching and kissing it. Kiss kiss kiss.
I breathe in and I can feel our bodies wrap around each other-–– So warm, this energy. The lightness, This melding-soaking That is so natural.
And we are clinging and tightening and tugging. --Squeeze! Squeeze! Tighter, ––tighter! I won't stop squeezing!
...
Its hard To Not touch you, you know. It makes me want to cry.
'I kiss your tears.' I wipe your snot. I give you some water with lemon to drink.
Man, I could put my cheek so close to you and feel the flutter of your eyelashes against my skin as we laugh. ****. Wish you were here.
Your lips. To my fingers, my cheek, my own... See I had my senses repeat repeat to themselves, soaking in what to remember of you. . Around me and in my mind . . Then, I open my eyes.. and it's just me.
Drawn out, and Brought back to this moment that says, I am alone. ... Counting the minutes until I see you. Less than 24,000 to go.