Sometimes, when you don't know it I am looking at you. I am gazing at your finger tips. I am remembering where they have been, how they touched me, I think of my secret places they have known. I look at your legs exposed from the bottom of your shorts while you are driving and I call to mind when they were entwined with mine. When I see your nose I think of it at the back of my neck. I glance at you as you walk across a room and relive you taking me into your arms. I shiver when you are talking to me of common things because your voice reminds me of whispered things. Lover's whispers in my ear that no one else has heard. The sight of your mustache gives me ghostly tickles when I turn to see you while we watch a movie, reminiscing the light brush it gave me just hours before. Sometimes I quiver quietly to myself when I see your arm exposed in the sun. How many times has that arm brought me to you to be caressed and kissed by you? I steal glances of you when you are cooking for me and I see your hands, your amazing, wonderfully strong hands that easily take my chin and bring my lips to your mouth with tenderness.
You think I am simply sitting beside you watching TV or across from you eating a meal but there is more...... I am experiencing you again and again. Lovemaking never ends for me it continues long after we have left our bed.
