Hand in the Window

You know, I love seeing that lovely hand in the window. Some weeks, that's all of you that I'm allowed. Some weeks, I don't even get that. But when I do, it never fails to be the highlight of my day…

And every single time, I imagine that hand, feeling the stubble on my cheek as we gaze into each other's eyes.

Feeling the tension released from my shoulders as you start to pull me into you.

Finding its way under my shirt to feel the skin of my back as our lips finally find each other for the very first time, bending the fabric of space itself with the release of years of stored potential energy.

Feeling my hair as you pull us closer and closer still.

Feeling just how obscenely ready I am for you — I've never been so ready for anything before in my life.

Feeling the sweat on my chest when finally we relax into each other, your head finding its way onto my shoulder.

Feeling my lips as I kiss each fingertip goodnight, one by one.

Feeling my heartbeat slow and my breathing steady as we drift off to sleep.

Yes, my love… I love seeing that hand in your window, waving to me… I live for it.

But let's get together, love… And find out just exactly what else that hand can do.