I m home now draped in delicate lingerie that clings to my skin like a whisper the soft fabric a poor substitute for the memory of him I can still see the way his fingers moved over the apples slow deliberate almost sensual I wonder what those hands would feel like tracing the curve of my waist gripping my hips with that same quiet confidence Lying back on cool sheets I let my mind wander his voice low in my ear his breath hot against my neck the tension between us finally unraveling I close my eyes and imagine what it would be like if he were here and suddenly the silence of my bedroom feels electric See more kryptiqvip