Lunch Break

I’m at work when I hear your ringtone. You know I can’t play now. What are you up to? I have to wait until my break to check your message.

Oh, Goddess. You are a bad, bad man. My mouth goes dry as I listen. Every breathy word tells me what you want to do to me and what you’re doing at the thought of it. If only my break were long enough to call you back…



To see your eyes light up when you look at me
The sweet touch of your hands when you hold me
The caress of warm breath as you whisper your desires across my skin
Oh, the ache of knowing how far away you are

But not forever
One day soon we will be close enough to touch

On the hunt

How will I know you’re the one?

Are you across town? Have I seen you before?

Do I go out looking for you or wait for you to find me?

Will you set sparks flying between us with the simplest of touches?

Will you surprise me, taking my breath away with a single kiss?

Will we know when we meet that there will be no others?

Will we take our time, slowly building a wall to close out the world around us?

I know you’re out there but I haven’t found you yet…


Soon, very soon, a first hello, a first touch, a first kiss…

Will we linger over the first hello or be too anxious for contact?  What will your skin feel like under my lips?  How will you taste?  Will your kisses leave me weak?  Will my touch make you tremble?  Will your scent linger on my clothes to remind me of you after we part?  What will we discovery when we’re finally in front of each other instead of so far apart……?


Where are you…

You’ve gotten quiet.  I miss our late-night conversations.  Hearing your voice.  Watching you smile.  But I know how to get your attention.

I’ll leave you a message.  Here, where I know you’ll see it.  I’ll tell you how I want you to kiss me, where I want you to touch me.  I’ll tell you how I ache for the feel of your skin, how I want you here with me right now.

I wonder where you’re off to.  I know, you won’t tell me.  You like to keep me guessing…


You’ve been gone so long

Too long without the sound of your voice, the touch of your skin, the taste of your lips

I need a distraction to keep the ache at bay

Something to keep me from replaying your last message just to have you in my ear

I’ve sat on my hands more than once, wishing you were close enough to touch

To run my fingers through your hair, pull you close enough to catch your lips with mine

I need to feel your breath on my skin, your body heat, the weight of you above me

I need to feed this addiction

Come back soon…

Pardon me…

“…I think I dropped something.”

I push against your hip so you turn toward me, leaning back against the counter.  My lips find the spot on your chest right in front of me and work their way down.  You’re hard by the time I wrap my hands around you…