Wanting....

Strange sometimes the thoughts that flit through my mind like butterflies or fleeting faeries….

The things I ‘dream’ of while being awake….

Of wanting him to touch me…to wake me from sleep, roughly, desirous, insatiable.

Of lingering together over anything, a cup of tea, the newspaper, conversation, just gazing into each other’s eyes…

There’s a longing that has not dissipated even after all this time. A quiet voice, that’s there, in my heart, whispering to my soul.

We laugh, act like children…something I’ve not done in years. Fun, pure, simple, unleashing of the spirit; manifesting and resonating within and without; connecting on so many levels.

Sometimes I want to silence the voices within. I am overwhelmed. I feel caught up in a whirlwind (I know I keep saying this but there’s nothing else to say) – no other term will do.