The feeling of her hands in mine... noticing small details,
wondering, exploring... just there, in the café, close, every cell
noticing, warming up, electric and soft... hands on legs, just
being...
Walking from the café for a bit, hand in hand... looking at our
interlocked fingers and noticing the feeling, the streams of energy
passing between us, noticing how comfortable I felt, how I could
stay like that...
A soft goodbye kiss that reaches deep, not wanting to let got for a
moment, keeping the touch.
When I don't know my emotions, when I can't put words to them, my body will sometimes tell me... the feeling of the touch, the lingering, keeping close, wanting... this tells me more than words can express. Maybe I should put my doubts to rest, trust my body without the need to decide.
Trust.
Let my body decide.