the flutter of excitement at the sound of the voice,
the touch of the hand,
the smell, the taste, the textures,
i remember washing all but one pillowcase…
he traveled with his work and I would keep his smell in the bed until he returned.
i miss the knowing looks that well loved lovers share.
“this is bullshit”
“can we go now”
“you look good enough to eat…” “we should get home”
the trust developed over time – “baby?” as you hand something to him, take something from him… cause that is how you two do.