I'm not even sure I want you to be my lover, really. When you call me or text me, it peaks my interests a bit, and sex with you IS enjoyable to a certain extent, even talking to you is enjoyable, to a certain extent...but there is something missing? Maybe it is because you want me, therefore I am immediately drawn away from you....funny, you didn't call me today and I can not get you off my mind. I sent you a dirty text message and I'm awaiting your response, but chances (good bloody chances) are you will respond in a way that is not to my liking. Or perhaps you wont respond at all, which will only make me want you more. I get bored with the boys that are at my beckon call.
Ah...my phone went off...I'm curious yet afraid of what it might say....hopefully something sweet and 'seedy' and I will think about your perfect pectoral chest and hands and mouth on mine and when I open my eyes you'll be at my door.
But alas, this is not the case. You're busy tonight doing things that keep your chest and hands and mouth busy and then you must sleep. That is fair...I guess. You assure me that you'd like me better tomorrow, and I agree that is to my liking as well...absence does make the heart (ahem) grow fonder.
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