manos libres

i guess i miss you more than i thought i would...

not sure it's really you exactly.

rather, it's the safety again. the belonging. 

the warm body on warm body. skin touching skin.

reminding you you're alive

that you're not alone.

well, here i am choosing to honor the yearning within it all.

aware of the frenetic fantasy brewing, but centering the longing above it instead. 

because my wild woman lives to yearn. begs for it. thrives in it.

and so i give in. 

i let her long.

long for the gentleness. the pure soul, strong hands. 

the easy warmth.

the steadiness of all that is the masculine when he's grounded.

not you, but you.

the notion of you

somewhere

that is in me, too.

i'll yearn for that forever.