The touch of his hands against my skin.
The feel of his lips against mine.
The look in his eyes that wraps me in love and safety.
The scent of him that ignites fires.
His wisdom that makes rivers flow….
Is all within my fantasies.
I do not know this man.
I wish to.
My head and my heart are at a constant battle.
Ive grown to be so accustomed to my singular life that the desires of HIM are foreign to me.
I can literally only imagine how it feels to be desired by another beyond the lustful eye.
There is a part of me locked behind a barrier and I cant seem to break free.
I know my worth and i have taken such drastic steps to protect my spirit that i struggle with freeing myself enough to explore..
To Be Touched.
This is my chronicle of transitioning into dating at the age of 31 as I have been single for most of my adult life. Learning to step outside of myself.