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July 13, 2011
I see your face when one of your photos comes into rotation on the picture frame on my desk. Immediately my eyes are drawn to it, random snapshots of you and me come unbidden to my mind and my body flushes with heat, my heart fills with yearning.

Each time.

In my mind I reach toward the photo, wanting to touch, caress. Feel the roughness of your day's growth of beard, the softness of your lips. From there a need to taste you, feel your body pressed against mine.

Would this yearning fill me were we together more frequently?

Yes.