I think of you all the time.
It's like an escape, really. I tiptoe away into that hidden part of my mind.
There it's just you and I.
A place where you want me.
Somewhere you embrace my stare, even my touch.
It's a delicious little fantasy...
I long for you to look me in the eyes.
Please, let me meet your intense gaze that I have not experienced first hand but by watching, no, admiring from afar.
Slide your hand up my neck and rest a gentle caress upon my cheek
How electrifying that would be...
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