I wonder what you're doing now. Are you busy at work saving lives? Do you know how much I think about you every day? I wish I didn't, sometimes. Because I have a sad feeling you're not in the same place I'm in. You don't feel the craving, miss the closeness, or yearn for the intimacy.
Am I not the one for you? How do I make myself the one for you? Should I be more supplicant? More of a tease? More coquettish? Do you fancy long hair? I could grow mine out. I could be whatever you want me to be.
I just want you to reach out for my hand, just once. Stroke my cheek, tuck my hair behind my ear. Lean in for a kiss, nuzzle my neck. I want to hear your breath quicken, your heartbeat quicken. I want to feel your hand travel up my body, pull me close to yours.
And then I wake up. And it's back to, "Hey, I'll text you." And you don't.
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Am I not the one for you? How do I make myself the one for you? Should I be more supplicant? More of a tease? More coquettish? Do you fancy long hair? I could grow mine out. I could be whatever you want me to be.
I just want you to reach out for my hand, just once. Stroke my cheek, tuck my hair behind my ear. Lean in for a kiss, nuzzle my neck. I want to hear your breath quicken, your heartbeat quicken. I want to feel your hand travel up my body, pull me close to yours.
And then I wake up. And it's back to, "Hey, I'll text you." And you don't.
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Hey "you" has gone.
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