He came up behind me and whispered “You know you miss me.” I paused.
My heart quickened to his touch. To his voice. He was too close. “Umm, no I am happy” I replied. He laughed a sinister laugh.
“Don’t you know that I can say your name and feel your body react to my touch? You know that you belong to me. You are mine” he said. I sighed heavily.
It’s true. I missed him. My body was reacting to his touch and his voice. It was like the last 9 months didn’t even matter. Our spirits were tangled in an unnatural way.
Why can’t I let him go? Why can’t I resist this pull he has on my body? Resisting is a futile attempt to feign independence. I’m not independent. I belong to him.
I kiss his lips and wrap my arms around him.
My mind screams…Stop, this is not right! I ignore it. I just give in to his touch.
I’ve missed him.
© Tikeetha Thomas
A Thomas Point of View 
Well done!
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Thank you.
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OOhh, very tempting to give in
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That sly devil….
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Hmm! Irresistible!
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Some times the best way to get over one persons touch is to find another persons touch. It puts things in perspective. Is it HIS touch or the touch in general. But yes, it’s awesome you resisted.
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LOL.
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Great post
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Thank you.
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Ah, I enjoyed this. Beautiful!
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Thank you.
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Sometimes a touch makes you forget about all the bad things that have happened and with a touch you only remember the positives, the feelings of being in love and the good times.
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That it does.
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Wow very nice!
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Thank you!
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