(this is my first time posting, and these are raw, unedited thoughts. be kind)
It's been too long. Memory fades. I can barely remember the feel of your body pressed against mine, the scent of your hair, the way you hold me, and how you respond to my touch. And yet, I can't forget, either.
I experience a visceral reaction at the thought of taking your face in my hands and pressing my lips to yours. My lips ache and my mouth begins to water as I anticipate that first electric touch of your lips to mine after so long. The soft, smooth sensation as first they press together. My lips nibble nothing, wishing it were you. My tongue reaches out to touch where your lip would be, pressed between mine. I can taste you, your lips, then your mouth. I feel your velvety tongue respond to mine. A moan escapes, in anticipation of what might be.
I feel that fluttering in my stomach, nervous with anticipation. I grow hard, stiff with desire. My body wants to be pressed against yours, to feel you pressing back. My hips thrust of their own volition, needing to be close to you.