Write A 100-Word Story. Or… Yearning

I pine to touch you.

To hold you in my hands.

To smell the scent of you, to let my fingers trace your outlines, for my ears to delight at your sounds, to let my mouth taste the shape of you.

Meeting

I heard the rumble of the car engine, that familiar sound is music to my ears.
I got up and raced to the door, yes, they are finally home!
They entered with big smiles plastered on their faces, patting my head as they passed me by.
I followed behind them and wondered about the odd thing they brought along.
They…

Tree trunks. Gnarled and sun dappled. Aeons of leaves squelched and squashed into a humming, humus that is almost chewable. A slash of sunlight piercing a dark green, velvety canopy. Alighting like a butterfly on a pale pink square of flesh. The square, squared reveals two entwined. Roots, legs. Branches, arms. Bodies warmed. Enraptured, entrapped…