Two and a half days stretched before us.
But we both knew that it would be gone in an instant.
Even now, over five years since we first got naked together, we still both want to rip clothes of each other so that our skin can touch.
At yoga, a man next to me exposes his hairy belly or chest in a stretch and I see my lover’s torso in my mind.
The urge to reach out my hand and touch flesh has to be resisted forcefully.
As Barry White says, ‘It doesn’t matter how many times we’ve made love and shared love. It just doesn’t seem like it’s enough…
My Darling, I Can’t Get Enough of Your Love…’
And, as we knew it would, moments later, the 60 hours were up… and he was gone.
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