Lying wrapped up in his arms, holding onto Him in a blissful post-coital state, I had a sudden compulsion/desperate need to see Him, touch Him, touch His face. Abruptly breaking free of the embrace, and turning to face Him, I probably totally ruined the moment, but I just had to do it.

I needed it.

Suddenly overwhelmed by emotion, my head was filled with acutely vivid and profoundly expressive words, phrases, that I felt a fierce urge to share, express, reveal.

Except, on looking into His eyes, they got jammed on their short journey from brain to now paralysed tongue.

Frustration overflowed, tears welled, and I floundered.

Compulsion or no, the words defeated me.

Again.