Longing

Longing...

I have a warm sensation in me.
I cannot define where it sits.

It's under my skin, waiting for your touch, undefinable.

It's in my stomach like an ache, but nowhere to be found there.

It's in my feet, wanting to take me somewhere, but it doesn't know where to walk.

It's in my hands, writing these words on the keyboard... hoping to reach the eyes and ears of the receiver.

It's a burning in my heart. A fire that threatens to blow me away. A longing to be kind to this special person. A need to kiss. To caress. To hold and to spoil. A longing to feel every millimeter of his skin under my touch. To sense each shiver. Each difference in temperature. Every single hair. To breath in the air that you just breathed out. To smell the mix of showergel, deodorant, shampoo, aftershave and bodyodour. To taste your last sip of wine on your lips. Your firm lips which gently answers my soft kiss. The slight chill of your tongue playing with mine after the same sip of wine. Your hands that holds me gently but firm. The unsaid words of belonging to eachother.

My love, I long for your touch