Thoughts

I thought about you. I thought about you. Is it possible that we could be something? Your conversation told me "Yes!" I ebb and flow between the right and the wrong, knowing I shouldn't want you as mine. You told me that you dream of me. My heart explodes. Did you really think of me? Can you see us together, being a we that I've wanted us to be. God, am I wrong to hurt for him? Am I supposed to ache for the look of him and burn for the touch of him? I give no pretense and tell what I feel. Does this excite you? Does it make the hairs on your thighs stand up at the thought of me placing my tongue there? No woman should want a man so much, it's animalistic and depraven. Should I tell you that your words wash over me and become music to my skin like a violinist playing his last concerto, glad for the chance to meld and mold. My fingers tingle as I type this, mybeing releases nectar that runs streams for you.