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June 30, 2011
Need. Want.

Almost physical at times. Scent of his breath and skin. Touch of his mouth pressed hard against mine, tongue seeking entry, arms pulling me against the hardness of his body, his manhood. Limbs entwined. Tasting lips, skin, essence. Thudding heart filling my ears.

Cerebral, too. Impact of his smile as it touches his eyes; its light spearing my thoughts. Voiced ideas, fears wash my imagination. Sensing possibilities. Dreaming of future days and nights.

Our apartness is magnified by our busy-ness. Near-term plans prevent the in-depth conversations, reduce us to infrequent electronic touches.

Need. Want. Lament.