11th April 2012
You sit there waiting me, I know it is me you are waiting for, it has always been me. The sunlight dances across your smooth sleek lines, trying to warm you with its heat. . Outside the window the world goes about its business but I am oblivious to them, you are my focus now.
Your presence is like a constant pulse of magnetism to me, pulling me in towards you, closer and closer until my fingers are running up over your legs and across your body. I want to feel your heat but there is none to feel. I snatch my hand away as I realise that although you sit here full of grace and poise you have no fire, no heat, no life… for those things, you need me.
Ps… Wank Wednesday is back and the word is ‘Grace’ . Click on the icon below to see who else is joining in with Wank and my favourite Wanton Wednesday