It’s been a while since I felt you. Since I’ve smelled your body against mine. I’m aching from the thought of you. My body hurts and my brain is mush with souvenirs of your hands on me. Your hands. They’re strong, firm and gentle. My body was their guide to pleasure, my pleasure. I remember your touch like the breeze soothing my skin now. The summer sun caressing me like you did so many times before. I remember your lips wet on me, all of me. Your lips… when I was thirsty they delivered me from that thirst. When I was hungry they fed me, sustained me. You… Where are you? Why are you taking so long? You said…
Relief. You’re here.
“I’m sorry it took me so long. I know I said it wouldn’t but things happened and… Come here! Let me hold you before I collapse!”
Rushing towards you like my life depended on it. Your strong arms anchored around me and your lips nourishing my neck. You were such a sweet dream to me. Now you’re here holding me, kissing me… loving me.
“Do you have to leave again?”
“No. If I do, you’re coming with me. I don’t think I could survive again without you by my side.”
“Good. Now… touch me.”
© 2017 Mel Gutiér