with my body tingling from nape to heel, i imagine the feel of your fingers glistening over me – drifting, cascading over my skin. memory mingles with imagination, and the line becomes fuzzy. what is it that you’ve actually done to me and what do i but dream of? the whisper of a caress, the glimmer of a kiss… my body remembers the way we touched and how we joined and yearns for those feelings once again.