Soul Journal

I rolled over, still half asleep, and stretched out, feeling for his body. Emptiness. Just his scent that lingered on the sheets, and – lifting my arm to my nose – all over my body. Such a divine smell. I lay like that, prone, inhaling deeply. His musky, heady smell combined with the smell of the eucalyptus tree outside, the open window inviting in the soft breeze.

My other hand slowly ran up and down my belly, enjoying the softness of my skin. I rubbed my nub a little, seeing if it was up for some interaction, and it tingled in confirmation.