miss me

The confirmation of the love makes my heart feel safer, but doesn't allow my logic to overlook actions or lack there of. Your touch, your kiss are imprinted on my brain. Your voice is butter, melting compliments and other sweet words into my ego through my ear. The connection that our soul made cannot be rationalized nor ignored. So as I lie here yearning for your presence, I know you do the same for me. I'm certain that the warmth of my supple skin is tempting you to come to me at this very moment. The gaze of lust evenly intermingled with intense fascination with every aspect of who you must be especially intoxicating to you, so I know you crave a stiff shot of the elixir that bolsters your manhood.

I'm not sad, but I do recognize that your space still remains, waiting for only you to fill it. But I won't ask again. The words have been uttered into the universe and what will be, will be. So miss me with the pretense of business as the reason for your call, because it is a poor charade for your inquiry into my dealings. I know you miss me, how could you not? But the weird thing is, you don't have to miss me. I'm available to you at every level that a person can be available to another. But I will not let you access those secret parts until you can release your fears and embrace your opportunity for what you so desperately long for.