Evening Mood (by zÿnski
i was thinking today about how much i miss touch. touching and being touched. yes, the kissing and the cuddling and the love making and the spanking and the fucking and the biting. but also the whispered touches; legs brushing up against each other on the couch. his hand on the small of my back after he’s opened the door for me. his head on my lap and the scruff of his beard against my thigh while we watch movies. high fives for right answers during jeopardy. hands finding each other during a walk in the park. forehead kisses. forehead kisses. forehead kisses. legs twisting together in sleep. when his feet brush against mine under the sheets. morning wood. fingers through his soapy hair. his thumb wiping away my tears, gentle across my cheek. his fingers tickling my lips when he feeds me his last french fry. when he says he loves me. listen closely to the whispered touches.