How it feels part.1

Is it about the way we talk, is it about the way I imagine it feels being around you, is it about what I see or what I don't.

I can't pinpoint it. Ours is the longest race in circle with infinite spirals that approach the center. We are ever so near but never really there. When we do get there, we probably just lose consciousness for a moment and wake up in the spiral again ... running. I love it.

Today I have been thinking. What would it be like the moments before we kiss. What would it feel like being naked, with our clothes on. What will it feel like when we stand a meter apart, but travel 15 seconds in time to see ourselves embraced in each other's arms. 

The feeling of giving in, in all knowledge, with all will. The connection, the tenderness, the strength, the pain, the joy, the passion, the humiliation, the need for love, all our nakedness laid out, that moment we see each other transparently.

It would be truly amazing to be there, but yet it's just another record on replay in my mind. I don't know if you ever think of it too. How it feels