Intimacy the loss of I miss the moment of sharing essence the gap between our lips where we tasted each other's soul. Energy crossed and created an electrical storm around us. The discovery of each other. over and over... You smell in this moment and how my skin tingled in every place your fingers drifted. I miss the vulnerability the freedom to let go entirely and wholly just be.. to want.. to feel. I miss the freedom of this. the unguarded nakedness of my being literally, and figuratively. The wholeness of letting go, forgetting my name and just knowing I am yours. The safety of this, the release .. the worth of the connection. I grieve the loss of intimacy. The feel of your breath upon my skin.. my back my bell .. my inner leg. I miss what this means and the privilege that no one else is allowed. That you as my person get the right to make me tremble with pleasure and quicken with anticipation. you ge...