Electric Thoughts

Shivers of pure desire slip over skin as eyes watch the movement of her lover.
Only she can see him and all she can remember is the electric spark of when they first touched.
This arc of lightning never went away and lives within.

She longs to touch his skin again to be delighted by the shock that will race over her skin.
To see his dark eyes widen with the same shock and to share that small, secret smile for they know what they share.

Watching the wind play with strands of his hair, sliding them along his cheek. Jealousy flares at those caressing strands for she wishes it was her fingertips touching him. Wishes fervently that her fingertips were tracing the strong line of his jaw.
Desires her lips to replace her fingers on his skin.

There were so many things she missed out on when they last met.

She wanted to trace her fingers over his spine. Feel him shiver under her touch and arch as she reached the base.

To hear his voice whispering in her ear as they held one another in the moonlight. Making plans for the next day. The next week. The next year.

To see his eyes open, still filled with that sleep that makes softness on the hardest of men, and watch those dark eyes shift to love that she was there beside him.

Watch him rip open presents on his birthday and Christmas.

To know him at his best and to love him at his worst.

She will never know this. She will never truly know him.

She turns away to leave him to his life.

She only knows silence and her aching desire.