Waking Thoughts

Oh, my sweet lady, how I miss you…

Woke up this morning, not for the first time, with thoughts of white fabric, following so closely along the curve of that agonizingly beautiful hip… god, those mile-long legs, just the barest hint of the top of one visible through the dress… or is that just a shadow? Does it even matter?

Your hair up, evoking Audrey, whether you meant to or not. Another great beauty, to be sure, but her star was a pale spot against your million and one suns. I suppose her contemporaries were lucky enough to have come as close to perfection as they did…

But me? I am nothing. Nothing more than a walking vessel of love and lust for you. You fill me up, and you don't even know it.

And right now, I am so ready to fill you up. So that you know it.

Oh my dear girl, my sweet love… will I ever get to touch you? Will I ever get to speak my love to you openly? Will you ever fill me… knowingly?

I miss you, love.

Yours affectionately and always.