Say what you hate..
Like a mime I can lay my hands to the air and feel solid flesh, fingertips and memory, I can’t forget the curves of your body.
A sensual bond where only a soft breeze caresses my skin and raises goose bumps along the insides of my arms and when I feel a bit naughty…
But I curl and no one is there and I feel the almost silken fabric slip along my bare skin and the bed envelopes me before I sleep - it’s a sin to live so well.