working late. I can’t get my mind off you. the memories of your hands holding mine. your laughter. the look deep in your eyes when you were thinking. the tender sensitive glimpses i caught when you were unguarded. i didn’t tell you when we were together. i caught some deeper moments of your soul. while we were discussing so many things. i saw you most clearly when you were intense. serious. not guarding yourself with laughter. not shielding yourself with your controlled behaviour traits. but when you didn’t care. for the moments you forgot. I saw you. I liked it. I need it. I WANT it. you. your soul. your life force. the drive and desire to live and love and exist. When you were most quiet. and still. or most intense, and unrestricted. those are the times i knew you. I sit here wanting you. I want to kiss you. and hold you. If you allowed me, I would have passionately kissed your mouth wide open. I would have kissed your neck….and shoulders…and throat.
but you know that. And while i understand your deepest regard has been generated by my greatest maturity and respect for me, this even more draws me closer to you; for loving me for the qualities I also hold most dear.
And your hips, and thighs, and sensual figure in my arms. I want to hold you again. when can we?//