The memory haunts my senses
Bodies bare, glowing, moist, surrounded by mist
Eyes mesmerized, fixated, penetrating
Skin hot, tingling, electrified by touch
Breath sweet, heavy, hypnotic in the cool night air
Our souls together, as one, dancing under the light of the moon

I can't get that moment, or any of the others with you, out of my mind. During waking hours, you are in my thoughts; when sleeping, you are in my dreams. Not seeing you, not writing you, not talking to you, not sharing our lives, is far greater torture than I could have imagined. I look forward to the day when our circumstances change and I will, once again, reach out to you and you touch back; when we will talk about everything and smile and laugh together; when we can be just as wild and crazy together as before... but better. I want the fireworks back ... they were spectacular. —Your Friend