
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.
so very lovely, when it is good it is so good, isn’t it… 🙂 love, M.
It’s good. It’s not often enough. But good. Love to you too.