so I'm sitting here contemplating on what to do without you here stroking my leg... the way you did the other day when it was feeling so good
and I knew you could
bring me to ecstacy but I had to stop you before I never wanted to come back
it is difficult to not hear your voice
feel your breath so deep on my neck and I am thinking what the heck
am I going to do cause I am running out of choices
I am contemplating whether or not I should call you just for you to tell me what I am dying to hear
a whisper of sweet nothings in my ear
getting pissed off cause you're not here
do you even care?
I stand up and look out the window letting the breeze flow through me
wishing that your hands were around me, going down my back
making me want you
the way that I want you to do all the things that you do
to my heart
the breeze ..... is your love you know ...
so I am sitting here eating an apple
biting into it as I would bite your ear
gently, carefully, looking into it ... savoring the juices as I would savor your lips on mine ...
and I contemplate
on how many apples I have eaten for the day .....