Do you feel it?
Do your fingertips tingle with the memory of caressing my skin?
Do your hands tremble with desire to mould and squeeze every inch of my body to your own?
Do your arms reach for me during thunderstorms or when the scent of jasmine is on the wind?
Does your body ache with desire for the phantom pressure of my back cradled against your chest?
Do you fall asleep sated and at peace, holding onto the ghostly contours that are what you still own of me?
Then don’t keep me waiting any longer…
28 May 2015