You and I, Now

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.