I heard your name on the wind.

It warmed and and teased my bare skin

Lying in my bed alone

Remembering last time you lay there with me.

We laughed at the private jokes between us,

And we acknowledged the secret desires we had of each other.

Gentle soft kisses turned into passionate devouring of one another,

The taste, the smell, the touch

The breathlessness, the longing filled

The falling asleep, your hand holding mine.

Friends, much more than friends.

But free, to be.