Wanted to

  I wanted so badly to be there, to see you. I was so close to asking, offering, possibly begging just to see you again. I wanted to talk to you the way we have before, with a deep love and uncontrolled desire. To hear the sound of your voice is ecstasy, to think of the way you feel torture to my untouched skin. I wanted to run to you, right into your arms and wrap you in my own. I wanted to lay you down and wash the world away with my kisses, to ease your mind and soothe your aching body with my hands. I can imagine it, my gift and curse.

  I can see you lying there as I run my hands up and down your back, rubbing your bare shoulders and sliding down your arms until my body is pressed against yours and our hands are entwined. Then I release you and return to your shoulders, kneading your muscles until all of your worries have disappeared. Working my hands over your tight back, The sigh that escapes your lips emboldens me to explore further. My hands trace the curve of your thighs, across the hollow at the small of your back, and down the swell of your bottom. Your legs, the firm taut muscles usually so tense from constant motion, melt as I work my fingers down them. With pressure and tenderness I finally force you to relax and let the stress pour itself out of your body and mind. I can feel your heart beating softly through your sensitive skin and I know you are at peace, the rhythm lulling you into an almost sleep like state, drowsing as you enjoy the intimate attention and sensual warmth.