Stuff

We spoke for years.  When we finally were able to meet, it was in a public place, safe and well lit.  When I first laid eyes on your face in person I was entranced. The sun illuminated your face, your eyes sparkling, your smile beaming, your spiral locks radiant. I could not turned away. The scent of your hair was hypnotic, I could barely focus on your words, your presence was so overwhelming. We talked for a while, it felt like a lifetime and mere moments at the same time and then we parted ways. We chanced to meet only one other time. I held you in my arms, I tasted your lips, felt the warmth of your skin, felt the electricity of the unrealized passion between us palpably, but I held back, respecting the boundaries you had set. I don't know if we will meet again or speak again, but you are always with me and in the deepest, darkest part of the night, when the world is quiet, I close my eyes and focus. I can smell, taste, feel you and you are mine.