sunny afternoon thoughts

Please let me reiterate that I love his touch. Let me restate by saying that his fingers on my skin send sensations that cause inaudible moaning even when they are just finger-to-finger. And as his hand slides across my thigh and up and down my leg it takes all the strength that I have to keep the minimal amount of focus necessary to keep driving. He keeps touching. Even after I move my hand away to hold the wheel or use the turn signal, he keeps touching. Even after I have parked in front of his house, and we chat, his fingers dance along my palms.


I want to blurt out that if I would simply allow myself, I would be head over heels for you. But instead I let my eyes close as you brush our head into me to rest it on my chest. With your ear to my chest, can you hear my heart’s outcry through its beats? Can you hear it saying… seeing you can make any day brighten…when we hug I not only feel like I can breathe from head to toe but that you are breathing in sync with me…that each time you thank me for anything I do, I want to stop you by kissing your moving lips…that I’m scared to let you hear this all or to say it aloud. Just as I feel the need to blurt out it all, I take a deep breath and simply kiss your head right above your ear, hoping that somehow your soul has read mine and agreed.