Why, hello there.
You surprised me.
Coming up behind me.
Looking new and strange and delicious.
Still making me weak with the briefest of passing encounters.
I had just finished convincing myself, you weren't as lovely as I remembered.
I was almost finished convincing myself, you never existed.
(I get lonely here, locked up with my fantasies, you know.)
I could not, for the life of me, find a single way to explain, or express how badly I wanted to comply, when you said you'd see me again.
If I hadn't been with my boy, on his short leash, I can imagine things may have turned out differently.
I can imagine, because that's all I've got.
So, I'll keep on dreaming, awake.
I'll keep on fondling the thin strands that could communicate me to you, holding onto them like a woman drowning in her own torrent of passed opportunity.
Coming down for brief breaths of you, because you're so bad for me.
So, even though it was a Friday afternoon,
hi again, Monday Night Boy.
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