TLB

Current mood: distractable
Just to sweep my hair to the side and drag a finger along my neck, along that spot that gives me chillls.
To nestle in for slumber tucking a hand under my hip and resting a forearm across me to radiate warmth over our children's first home.
When my mind is tangled up, occupied in its own tentacles, that slap on my backside that catches me off guard.
The self drape leaning on my side with an arm across my thigh and an ice cold longneck chilling my knee.
The pinkie linked with mine on the seat console in the truck during a short or not so short trip.
The snug against my back and the arms which fit perfectly around my waist, hands clasped gently in front of me, made just for me and no one else.
The certain hand squeeze conveying a message no one else will understand.
The stroke of a thumb across a closed lid..
And I. Thinking of nothing else.

Currently listening:Everytime You Touch MeBy MobyRelease date: 2003-03-03