A thought from when I was traveling, knowing that special someone was just around the corner:

I can feel her eyes on me and when I look she is gone. She breathes on my neck and I curl into her comfort, leaning back for the warmth that I know is there and I find a wall, cold and hard. I ache for her touch but it doesn’t come, releasing me from this prison of my feelings. I want so much to tell her the words that my heart sings, and yet, I am mute, looking into her eyes, hoping that she sees what I cannot say. Places on my body cry out in a sweet agony, knowing that she is near but too far to hear it’s plea for capture, for tactile warfare of the intimate kind. She assaults my senses as I wonder what she tastes like, what she smells like and how soft her skin is, what her places of wonder hold for the traveler.

It is a piece of my soul that I share!