“You need to learn how to select your thoughts just the same way you select your clothes every day. This is a power you can cultivate. If you want to control things in your life so bad, work on the mind. That’s the only thing you should be trying to control.”
I am always anticipating the ending. It’s a flaw of mine.
You are sitting across from me at the pub, your fingers on
top of mine. Your blue eyes looking at me. I smile even though I am thinking
about how I will miss you.
I am on my knees on my bedroom floor, you are inside me,
invading every part of me. I never want it to end. I miss you more.
I am laying with my head in your lap, my arm wrapped around
your leg as your knee is bent and foot on the bed. Your body is warm and I am
content, basking in the afterglow and the light from the hotel television is
lighting up your face. I snuggle in closer, breathing in the scent of you. I
missed you then.
I am thinking about our next meeting, the possibilities, the
way I crave your presence. I long for you
to take me, to serve you, for us to go to that place where the outside world
does not exist. I imagine our parting, like that day on the street in the rain,
when you said goodbye and I couldn’t look back. And I miss you already.
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