So how is your man meat? Does it need another rub? :D

I've heard that rubbing creates heat and warmth, come here and let me warm you. Telling each other stories and helping us both relax is a good way to cope. Having some loving and cuddles, and kisses is a good way to love.

Every now and again the need for excitement will come over us, to reinforce the bond we share to check it's strength and flex it, feel it, fill with joy at the existence of it, reassuring smiles and glances and still the odd blush.

Then there's the calm, the time after, where nothing need be done or said even the after glow is cooled and waking up for an ordinary shower or bus journey or walk to work. A thought catches up that there's this man in the world who smiles when he thinks of me. It kindles the need to stuff my hands in my pocket to check my blinking phone again.

This man who giggles deviously when planning a teasing message or deciding where his hand will go next time, the next time he holds me. I know those smiles and chuckles go on, because I do them when I'm thinking of him! How his face will look if I send him a note with a double entendre, something saucy, flirty.... provacatuve. What he will do when he checks his messages?

Mmmmmmm :) How his arse is going to feel in my little hands when I squeeze it :D and how much I need to press my face, my cheek against his cheek and his jacket chest.

These thoughts keep me going throughout the day. Little fidgets and mood lifts. Just occasionally, a pang of doubt or something catches in my tummy, when it's been a day or two. That hollow hungry feeling of missing someone I can't wait to hear from. Like I've missed a meal, as if some sustenance, I've had to go without.

How many times do we have to go without, these days? We have food it's not rationed or scarce, warmth and warm places to work or rest in. Compared to our forbears I mean.

So is it just affection we go without? Is it true what they report on the news and other programmes that loneliness is the scourge of this era? That we've forgotten how to get together in groups or just twos, paired, into well, pairs?

What is the name of this age? The noughties are done the twenties will be back soon but what is this bit? Teens? Inbetweenies? Are we all in between being close to anyone?

I miss being a girl and family and school friends was just there, cuddles or playful hair tousling, four or five of us sitting bunched up on a three seater sofa. The place where I sit has a space now. Where are you?

I miss you, I miss the warmth of a leg next to mine, I miss the touch, the company and the elbowing. I am hollow, when it's quiet the hollow gets larger. When I'm alone the sound of quietness gets louder. The deafening silence waiting for a beep, a Ping of a notification.

When did company and togetherness get turned to a bloody ping?

The phone didn't ring when I stared at it in the 80's, the mobile doesn't ping these days these in between days, however much I hold it, check it and refresh it. Bloody thing.

I can wait. It won't be long. I'm busy (and very important), I've got things to do anyway.

I just miss you.