I always think of you.
I think of your energy.
I think of your mind.
I think about the way you make me feel.
I think about you in my private thoughts.
A place that no-one else can get to but me.
Sometimes I think about how you laugh, or something that you said, and a smile creeps across my face.
A cheeky smile.
I think about your power.
I think about how incredible you are.
I think about our connection.
I think about what might have been.
Another time, another place.
And I wonder if one day, it might still be.
It’s ok when I’m only thinking.
But sometimes, I imagine.
I imagine you smiling.
I imagine you looking at me, wanting me.
I imagine you touching me.
And when this happens, I can’t help but touch myself.
I let my hands run all over my body.
And I imagine that they are yours.
I imagine my heat and your fire, my wanting and your desire.
And my hands, they continue to wander.
They feel all of the places that I wish you were touching.
And the energy intensifies.
I try not to break it, but sometimes I have to.
Sometimes it gets too much.
But my hands always go back there.
And my mind never leaves there.
And my feelings continue to linger there.
There……..in the place that I wish you were.
There……..in the place where you connected with my soul.
And this time I don’t stop.
I close my eyes and I let it happen.
Always with you at the forefront of my mind.
Always with your energy merging with mine.
You melt me.
You make me burn.
You spark my passions.
Even though you shouldn’t.
Even though I shouldn’t let you.
But you do.
Even when time passes and you will forget me, I will never forget you.
Even when this lifetime is over, and we move into the next one, I will be there waiting.
Waiting, like in the lifetime before.
I want you.
I need you.
But I can’t have you……….not now.
Not after everything.
So my thoughts and my feelings and my hands……especially my hands……will have to do.
Whisper in my ear.
Tell me that you want me.
Touch the back of my neck gently, as you smell my perfume.
Let me run my fingers through your hair, down your back, over your body.
Until I get there.
To the place where you burn the most.
Let me melt you the way that you melt me.
You are already a part of me, but I want you inside of me.
Take me to the moon and back again.
Let me reach the stars.
Again and again and again.
I’m burning now thinking of you.
Feel my skin…….it’s hot because of you.
It’s hot because of the thought of you.
A thought is enough.
My temperature is rising………but we can’t.
I know…….not now.
Maybe not ever.
But I still hope.
Maybe one day.
But for now, I will just keep on imagining.
And I will keep you in my private place.
Until the end of time.
Just some creative writing my friends……all from my imagination……..don’t get too excited! ;)