In the living room. Christmas lights casting shadows and light across everything. Blurred shades of green and white conflicting with each other. My knuckles hurt. He touched my cheek today wtih endearing tenderness. His hand was warm and soft. I loved it. THe moment when the skin of his palm touched the flesh of my face lasted for an exquisite eternity. Looking at his face with his magnificently expressive eyes was wonderful. I love him. Not in a romatic way. In a way that makes me value him more than anyone. He is amazing. His motives in life are so simple and childlike. Every moment i spend with him i cherish as though it will be the last. He brings out the best in me. And through i know we are kindred spirits. We have a karmic bond that will last forever. Having become closer to him has changed me. He sees the potential in me. More than anyone i know. i admire him.
i strive to be more than i am because of him. He is wed to a dear friend and now resides many miles away. i miss him to the point of pain. a mere thrigh of him causes bittersweet agony for what once was. i ca still remember the feel of his lips upon mine. plump and moist. his smell liek that of an old man. the sound of his voice soft and sweet. he tells me he enjoys the sounds i make. his mouth the taste of him. i miss it.
the feel of his hands pressingwith an urgency that i rarely experience. i can still feel the touch of his lips on my neck face and stomach. kissing waya my petty insecurities. he is so very dear to me.

*written roughly six months ago*