I slept well last night, but waking up alone was cold. While the air was warm and soft my arm was cold without his hand resting on it, my back was missing the warm and his beating heart.
Last night I was ticklish. I am not ticklish. And yet I am able to let go and have fun. It is about losing control and trusting the other person. It was wonderful, no fantabulous. I also was in his arms, wrapped up in them and for a moment I heard peace, I heard silence, I heard the elusive serenity that transfered between us and I couldn't figure out where his energy stopped and mine began. That is the stuff that feeds the soul, and it did, and it feels wonderful to have moments like that in my life, in any life.
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