Quickening

And I am still able to feel your touch. It has been many hours since we parted... Half a day. By just thinking about your hands and what you do with them, I feel the stir. A tingling excitement and a closeness that brings me to tears, those butterflies, that stir, rises from somewhere deep. How you do that to me while I'm with you is a wonder. How you are doing this while I'm alone is more than that.

It must mean you are a part of me now. You are in my head. You are loved. You make me feel loved. We were as one for nearly 17 straight hours... Naked and barely leaving the bed. I could go on kissing you and laughing with you for all of my days.

How long must I wait until next time? I detest this part. Being away from you is something of a struggle. Thoughts of you make my heartbeat hasten and I become emotional. To be in your arms and able to breathe cannot come quickly enough.