Perhaps its premature...but I grow elated at this thought again...

I grow excited for the winter

for us

finally free

finally happy

finally able to love

without constraints of distance

free to tanglewrap ourselves in each other

whenever we see fit

making more memories of

soft hands on breasts,

delicate back arches,

and thicktousled hair

sticking to shimmerglistening skin

finally, I can cover you in rain

deep thunder reverberating through us both

as lightning dances off our emeraldautumn irises

finally I can bury you deep beneath my sheets

and hotheavy whisper

into your perfect ear

just how well you fit

Finally I can love you

like I've always longed to love you

and it will be so beautiful...