“Oh my love, my darling,–A. North & H. Zyat’s Unchained Melody
I’ve hungered for your touch,
a long, lonely time.”
Wendy’s presence was larger than life. One of my favorite Aunt’s friends, her laughter filled the room, her smile buoyant. I still haven’t met a woman as charismatic and magnetic before, that I couldn’t help but draw close to. Towards the end of the night, we were on the couch together, and she took my hand in hers. Asked me to massage her hand.
“Isn’t touch so wonderful?” she asked me, watching the rest of the party continue.
I could only blink at her, dazzled, and kept pressing my thumbs into her palm.
I couldn’t have been more than ten. How had she seen the hunger in me so quickly, before I even knew the depth of it?Read More »