A Streetlamp Named Desire

Sweet baby girl…

Gotta admit, there was a moment last night where I thought “Hey now, where's my hug?” But I realized, even setting aside decorum and what have you… I am so hungry for your touch right now… I'm really not sure I could have kept it to the safe, carefully orchestrated expressions of friendship we usually do. Regardless of present company. Maybe you feel it, too?

I mean, even just those “thank you” taps on my shoulder… Lord have mercy.

Sweetheart. The tension is getting…

We'd best be careful, babe. The right touch at the wrong time and this whole city's getting leveled.

The hell of it is, I wouldn't even stop you. Heck, I'd join right in, ripping off whatever top you're wearing before you run your hand down to feel through the fabric of my jeans, right there under the streetlamp, in full view of the world as the cold drizzle raises goosebumps on your flawless skin…

Fuck.

Yeah.

Probably for the best.

sigh

It's gonna be a long few days without you, babe, but I know I'll be seeing you in my dreams… Send me a message in a bottle sometime? I'd love to hear from you while I'm away.

The steel to your flint, ready to spark,
Me.