Last night, I had a vivid dream about you, widely erotic. I didn't really register your face. I didn't see your face, or [bad word]  or any other part of your body. I just felt it all.
It's dark.  I'll put my arms around you without seeing you. I'll kiss you blind.  I can see your mouth. I can smell your hair. I can touch you now. I will only put my hand on your shoulders. Just a hug, just a kiss, just a few kisses. No more. I need to know what you smell like. I need your smell in my nose.  I'll even close my eyes. I don't need to know what you look like. I just need to smell, kiss and feel you're very close. 
I think about you often, and I think of your gift. I wanted to tell you something. I wanted to tell you that there's a particular point on my left hand, roughly in the middle, it's where the lifeline is crossed and artery, a point. When I look at it, the feeling makes me dizzy. It tingles. It warms me. It governs my paulse. Just one tiny little point.  The thing is in a certain cafe, one day, something happened on my left palm where this point is. My hand was reaching for a glass of water and another softer hand came toward it at the same time. For a millisecond, the soft tip of a finger breezing past, rested on the palm of my hand as it reached for the glass. There was a moment of contact. I have stored it away. I can feel you.
Sleep well, my love. I'm gonna close my eyes and dream of you.