Forbidden Fruit

The last time you touched me I whispered thank you. To who exactly, I don’t know. I only know, it wasn’t just the touch that I was thankful for. I was thankful for it being yours.

Thankful for the safety and love that we share.

Hold me. I need you to hold me in that way that you do when our inhibitions are lowered. When you instinctively reach for me as if my place is next to you.

Your fingers running through my hair sends me further down my journey to enlightenment than any drug, crystal, or prayer.

You’ve unlocked something that I’ve had welded shut for so long. For so long, to protect us.

I have to protect us.