~Come back my lord ~

I remember , that time far away from now … a lost love was once great
Every time I close my eyes, my soul flies in time … back to the dribble of my emotions on your hands … to the noise of my heart the moment we touch ,Sweet taste of your lips and the vanilla smell vibrating from your cloths..
All at once come to me… the sudden shock of the great loneliness I’m buried within, the stripping of my consciousness to the cruel fact
I now listen to your breathe in my sleep … my lord … my long absent lord … I wonder y death denies our completion , I wonder …

Touch

As it got darker in the closely put seats, I heard the voice of intimacy roar all over … I knew it was time for the flesh of my palm to squeeze against his, for the hands born in halves to – in a moment stolen – be complete.
I Love you “I almost shout “
His fingertips pass slowly feeling mine, moving on the hills of my hand through the lowest low to the very edge … whispering something I couldn’t help but hear “I miss you”
And as the tones of his played over my newly born senses, he moved –again- with the slow motion movies always capture.
Now enclosing my hand with his as a mother protecting her child, his fingers went through mine fitting as a sharp created puzzle …
He took my hand with a tender move and rest it against his thigh, I flinched … warm and welcoming he was, but now no more words could describe the silence of passion .
Was he a master of this game ?!I wondered with the fin of the word “love” written in my palm forever.