She writes me.

Daily.

 

I'm at her fingertips.

Holding my breath for what's to come.

I look at her. She looks at me. We are undone.

She sees the real me, the me nobody else sees, or can see.

Because she's writing me.

 

I'm in her mind and I fill it. Into her flesh, I would spill it.

Pour my longings and my desires. Pull my heart strings. I'm on fire.

The color, drained from my face. My blood, how it does race.

 

She is me and I am her. I want out of my dress. To feel her curves.

To caress her two hard keys. With fingers and mouth. For an infinity.

She's in my mind and she fills it. Into my flesh, she would spill it.

Pour her longings and desires. Pull her heart strings. She's on fire.

 

I write her.

Daily.