101 Words: Longing
Three thousand miles, Fifteen million, eight hundred, forty thousand feet. No matter how you say it, Worlds away are we; Oceans, food, people apart. But eyes closed, I feel your fingers,Trail up my spine, touching-tickling,Sending shivers through nape to toe tips. I smile and snuggle close, Comforting body pressed against my back,Sending my heat flowing back to me. You are right here with me. I open my eyes, mourn to see,...