I
need you to phone me. Of course,
I
understand it may be inconvenient but it's not about
You
this time.
I
want to be on the receiving end of a call. A different kind of call. A call that
I
don't have to verbalise in order to enjoy.
I
don't want to talk.
I
just want to feel. Well, ok. In truth...
I
want you to make me feel.
I
want this to be only verbally sexual and thus somewhat disconnected because
I
know that
You
are braver that way.
You,
who knows neither what they're worth nor what they miss, unless
I
am naked before you in my admiration or awe or lust or all of the above, which
I
usually combine in that one, longing look that
You
know and appreciate so much
I
want
You
to phone me and do to my mind that which
I
do to your mind, as
We
do our bodies
Now.
Until next time.
Fussy Fiction
30.3.08
You and I, Now
Imagined by Angela-la-la 2 comments
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