Another Point in Time

Hey, baby.

This past Saturday night, I went to a concert with my new Old Guy Crew. Don't worry, I'm sure I'll tell you about it during one of our walks coming up… but it was at that venue we went to once, the one with the cows…

And I was sitting there, listening to lovely, lively instrumental music… and I was thinking about you, about where you were, about how you were…

And then I remembered it… this one moment, a simple point in time, but one which will live forever in my heart…

You.

Me.

My hand.

Your back.

My lips.

So close to your ear.

So… achingly close…

God, babe… you have no idea the restraint…

But also the willpower…

I don't even remember what it was I said.

But my hands remember the feel of the fabric beneath my fingertips…

My nose remembers the tickle of some strands of your hair…

and the smell of your skin…

Aw, baby… I wanna do that again.

Soon.

And maybe… just maybe…

Lose the restraint.

sigh

Ever Yours.

PS — Meanwhile, can't quite pinpoint why, but just can't shake the image of you thrusting a hot cylinder into a baguette, filling the resulting hole with semi-viscous fluid, stuffing a sausage in, and then putting the whole ordeal into your mouth… It's just… like… lingering there at the edges of my mind… ahem