Friday, January 21, 2011
Sometimes I miss cool hands.
Cool hands warming themselves in the small of my naked back during the deep hours of the night.
I miss the sleepy cooing declaring that I’m so warm and the snuggling in that inevitably follows.
I miss arms draped protectively, proprietarily over me.
I miss pliant nipples pressed against my back…soft slumbering sighs warming my neck…legs insistently entwined with mine.
Sometimes…just sometimes…I miss cool hands.