Deep within my soul, within my heart, I can still feel you, whispering my name,
silently answering the ache inside me, keeping me calm, keeping me
aware, of where I am and who I am and what we are.

I feel the steady throb of your desire and know that you can feel mine. it
sweeps through my body leaving me awash with longing and heady with its
strength. It's powerful, it's strong, and it's eternally there.

For both of us.

I dream of you beneath me, and upon me, surrounding me both physically and
surrealistically. But most of all, I dream of you at home, inside of me and I
reluctantly climb out of the dream drenched with desire, always silently
reaching out for you, but only clutch at my own intimate scented air that
surrounds me instead.

And it hurts, so much.

As I remember you, I am remembering me. So long ago and so young, so innocent
and so very naive. I knew about love and of the force that it takes to hold you
within its arms, but I had never been touched by it. I had never felt the magic.

That was until you came along. That was until you stormed into my life, caught
my eye, my heart and my fantasies and you showed me what love, ~real~ love,
really was.

It was better than my wildest imagination. Better than my most secretive
dreams.

Oh God, here I go again.

I want to feel that way again, Will. I want to feel you. ~You~.

Not the dreams, nor the memory and not my own careless hands trying desperately
to re-enact yours. I need to feel the tender sweep of your fingertips gliding
over my skin as your lips set fire to my soul.

I need to lose myself in your blue eyes as you hover above me, waiting, waiting
until that perfect moment when our souls connect, our hearts melt, our lips
touch and our bodies finally give into the importance of what is about to be,
and surge into one being.

I need it.

I need you, Imzadi.

I can't keep concealing my thoughts from you, it's slowly killing me. Just
knowing what we could be together is like dying every time I think of
us.

We have so much to give to each other, more than what we had before. ~Better~
than what we had before, so why do we hesitate? Why can't we accept the love
that destiny has bestowed upon us? Why are we ignoring the gift that God
created, just for couples like us.

~Imzadi~

We came together by chance and were not ready for what everything Imzadi
demanded of us. Years later we came together by good fortune and still we
hesitated.

Why, when it is as obvious as the love that still shines in your eyes for me,
and as heady as the desire that seeps from your soul, and mine, when you are
near.

We were meant to touch, and feel. We were meant to love, and make love, with
each other. Why don't we, Imzadi?

Why?

End