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.
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