The act of being together. The electrodes pulsating through my body over a simple stroke of the hand. My cheeks hurting from the happiness that you brought me. The whole world not being able to touch us, we are now gods in our own universe. Nothing can hurt us here. Not with each other.
The act of possessing and being possessed. Of taking in every detail of you and wishing that I had more than five senses to take in the very essence of you. Trying to control my mind of all the possibilities that could come from this. Hurting in my chest because even too much of you is still not enough. I want to shout out to the whole world that I have the most wonderful life now that I realize your in it. Thirty minutes seems like 300 years without you. But the wait just makes it that much more explosive when we finally touch. Until then, just know that I can’t live without the thoughts that you bring, the happiness that you create, and the pain that you protect me from. So this is love....