When you think of me, think of me often, is it my flesh and bones you think of?
Do you think of the way I make your body feel with my body?
Or the way my body feels under the touch of your hand?
When you think of me, think of me often, is there anything beyond the flesh you think of?
Do you think of the way my heart is tethered to yours?
Do you remember how fragile I can be and think to be gentle with me?
Do you think of the mind and heart within this flesh?
Do your thoughts of me involve the way my hand softly touches your back?
the way my touch sends shivers down your spine?
How it feels when I rest my hand upon your thigh?
Or caress your face just before we kiss?
Do your thoughts involve the reason for my hand on your back?
that it is there as a sign of comfort?
that my hand upon your thigh, your arm, your neck
my physical touch is because I want to be close to you?
When you think of me is it a physical remembrance?
Do you long to kiss me and be drowned in my embrace?
Do you remember that behind the kisses, the moans of pleasure,
the hands tightly gripping your back, is a heart that is so easily broken by you?