I want to make love with his eyes when i see him next. i want to feel him when he walks in the room, his awesome presence, make love with the silhouette of him in my eye. and slide his sweet black locks through my fingers when i make my way over to his chair. im going to make love to his skin with my fingers when i feel it, down the length of his arm, his face and around his ears. my skin, feels his breath. it breathes hot like a fire from a mage’s furnace. it shapes my face like im the clay on its potter’s wheel and then rides wind’s wave down to my breast. there, my heart almost stops. and i think it does because a sound comes from my mouth that i dont recognise. just then our eyes meet like theyve never met before, and i dont think ive ever felt anything so wonderful in my entire life. his eyes glow a brilliant amber. like the eyes of a lion in heat. they’re dancing for me – those eyes.

fuck i want him so bad it hurts .. almost… nearly .. but quite close enough…

i know he wants me just as much as i want him so theres really nothing for me to lose by thinking this way. i dont feel guilty – as if i dont deserve him – or like im in the throes of one of those sick pathetic highschool crushes i used to have.. i know it may sound grossly puke-worthy to some, but i definitely think i will love this man – with his raven locks and smooth skin. We’ll have to see what happens next.. until tomorrow