crave...

Sometimes I imagine you here in my arms. I reach for your face gently and smile while I sigh just a little. I'm just glad that you are here in front of me. Just being near you brings me energy. I feel it in every inch of my skin. It's like an ache, but not exactly. I try to name it, but the words constantly fail me.

I don't really care, I just continue to smile and bring you closer to me -- to my heart -- and I close my eyes for a moment. Your forehead touches so lightly on the edge of my nose and I can't stop smiling. A moment, so tender and sweet. I embrace you for a moment and then my hands slide down your sides to your hips. Our heads come up a little and we make eye contact. Intensity for intensity is returned in ways that words don't even approach.

I feel a fire. A surging energy between us and around us and I love every moment of that energy. I smile again and so do you. I bring to me again and rest on your shoulder. Occasionally, you'll hear me whisper -- that is my thanks to God for these kinds of moments...

Sometimes, I just want to be with a person I can feel that with. A friend would be fine, but this is especially intimate. Maybe this is better suited for a lover. I just wake up -- or lie down -- sometimes and this is what runs through my mind. I want this person. I want them right here and now and I won't be denied...

...but the one from whom I could demand that kind of love hasn't come yet. When they do, though...

I want someone I can just grab and pull toward me. Someone I could call to me with a look or an outstretched hand. When I touch them, I feel us blending one into another...

What is this feeling...? I don't even know if I want to deal with an answer right now.