You look at me! There’s a little spark in your eyes and that impish smile pops up lighting your face that makes me want to hold it between my hands, look deep into your eyes and then wink at you, my eyes filled with promises of what could be and a ghost of a smile that has you wondering about its authenticity and has you worrying about your next move.
You look pleased to see me and give me a warm hug and I so want to get a whiff of you, smell you and savor your essence but for some reason find it difficult to even breathe evenly as I realize you have quietly learnt to remote control my pituitary gland.
You stand out with me and, in an air of uncertainty that seems to have made fast friends with both of us, I begin to consume you visually all the while creating scenarios of consumption that make me believe that I possess more than five senses.
You haven’t allowed me to experience the various colors of you, yet I want to paint my lips a bright scarlet and mark every inch of your body claiming ownership while you writhe and beg me to stop and that brings me to a pause wondering how would you mark my body claiming ownership when I realize then, that I don’t even know if you have acknowledged me as a woman.
You talk about something, about anything to help me feel comfortable but sometimes I wonder if it would help me better if you just shut up and let me just absorb you in every possible way I could and to find that closure that would help me move on with life and move onto another man, and yet I want to fill my ears with the sound of your voice allowing an intangible part of you to enter and fill me.
You have always been my source of incredibly amorous fantasies since I laid eyes on you, I wonder where this journey with you is going to take me or even if we do share a journey together? You, I suppose, will in all probabilities remain a collection of disconnected and loose ends and remain my unfinished business just like this piece of writing…
