I Feel Him Feeling Me

Someone has a crush on me. I can feel it. Seems like every time I move I feel his eyes on my skin. When I lay my head on my pillow I feel him imagining he's near me, wanting to touch me. I walk through a cloud of ecstasy that he's produced. I don't know why but something is strongly telling me this. I would give in but…

On one hand he could be the man of my dreams. On the other he could be a deranged stalker. What's so weird is that we're connected already because I can feel him, feeling me. He buys my work. Oh yes, he does. I can feel him turning the pages. I feel his delicate fingers creasing the corners. How his mouth must curve into wicked smirks as he fully takes control of what I've given him. Who knew reading could be so erotic? I tell you there's something mesmerizing about being wanted from a far. And we've all wanted and have been wanted haven't we? Me, the object of his desire, perhaps?

Am I the goddess ruling his dreams? I bet I am. When he gets into bed does he feel me, feeling him? Does he sense me sensing him? How does he deal with it? Does he bathe himself in the wishes of my kisses? Calms his mind in the imaginings of my sweet caress? What keeps his fingers roaming? What keeps his body hard? Who knows? I must be a bad girl, hoping he'd take it a little farther but knowing I'll retreat because I could never give him all of me. And that's what he wants you see? That's most surely what he wants. I wish to cut through these powerful feelings he's holding me with. I want to banish this mental tug of war. I could see myself becoming his slut for a day. Succumbing to his every will for a long magnetic night, only to hate myself for a lifetime.

Oh I tell you I hate to lose to anyone. I can't lose to him. If so then what's the need of further existing? Because if he gets me I'll not only lose my soul, I'll lose the chance of being watched by him again. And I can't give that up. It's the most exciting thing I've ever experienced.

I like it.

Bootsy returns...