The D Spot

I might be just doing anything when I feel it. That sneaky crawl of goosebumps up the back of my neck to the crown of my head.
I turn quickly, expecting someone behind me, yet no one is there.
My heart speeds up, I get a clench in my stomach.
I feel it. I feel someone.
Where are you?
WHO are you?
Butterflies begin to dance in my stomach and my heart knocks in my chest.
I feel it again.
The caress of your thoughts.
The phone doesn’t ring.
There is no new email.
No one is at the front door.
Where are you?
You cannot be in my mind only
I cannot imagine this sudden
overwhelming
touch.
This
caress of thoughts.