Tuesday, 29 November 2011

Touch

I think the thing that I miss the most is the touch... I have learnt to live without the sex but the simplest of touches sends me into giggle fits because I am not used to it anymore.  Even a simple kiss to the neck sets my nerves on edge and makes me giggle.

I miss the glide of hands over my skin, just for the hell of it.  I get hugs and kisses but I miss the touch... I miss the drift of fingers over my collarbone, trailing down my sides and over my skin.  I miss the feel of teeth, nipping and tugging the skin and then the dull/sharp feel as they sink in until it gets too much and I feel the need to scream.