The light touch as fingers ignite small flutter ripples of excitement, of peace, up and down the spine. The soft lips barely touching the skin across bare shoulder blades. I melt with each light touch, wondering if there even was the touch or a kiss.
My soul fills and my body sings as you press your forehead against the back of my shoulder. I shudder as your arms surround my waist, pulling me closer to you.
It’s a place I long to be — to be touched — to be held — to be loved.
When I’m not here this is where I long to come back to.
This place, this feeling, this forever.