Understanding

There are some days W / we just sit watching the sky as the sun sinks into the horizon, thinking of things to come, all W / we have to face, and all our fears. Still W / we need the comforting touch of the other ... His hands seeking my skin, running along the hem of my blouse and my skin responding to His every touch, always begging for more. I look ahead smiling, sometimes down to my feet so He will not see what such a casual touch as this is doing to me. Though, I think He already knows.

Each day W / we share common routine ... schedules are co-ordinated and compared for a week at a time. The phone is set to ring a special tone for Him, and I smile each time I hear His voice ... such excitement and wanting there. His excitement is contagious and I can not wait to return home. How is it that neither of U / us can sleep without a shared whisper.