Sillage

I still feel it. I feel the way your fingers trace my skin learning every scar that it wears. I can feel the way your hand cupped the side of my face as you started into my eyes. My back feels the absence of your hands upon it. My skin longs for your touch. My back still feels the trace of frisson from your silent touch. My body yearns for the moment I awake and your arms are around me. My ear still feels the susurrus of your voice. My soul craves for the moment it dances with yours again. My whole being hungers for yours.