Warmth, tenderness, the intoxicating scent of closeness...tracing the lines of his shoulder blades softly with my fingertips, cocooned in his warmth, in his arms...
I know it's far too much and it's far too soon for both of us, but he knows it too, and he hesitates as much as I do. I know we probably aren't right for each other, but I don't really care. It feels so damned good just to be close to someone, to really talk to someone, to escape my loneliness for a few hours. Is that bad?
My desk shakes when the ferry docks. Reminds me of a t-shirt I saw yesterday...
Was that an earthquake, or did I just ROCK your world?
I miss my blog.
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