Always 2nd Fiddle

You should know that when I hear your voice, my heart races, instantly dropping down ten floors

You should know that I often sit, imagining what you would taste like; discovering the multitude of your masculine flavors

You should know that most nights I wake up immersed in a puddle of desire, my fingers eagerly rubbing the ache, as the blood in my veins stirs

You should know how much I wish you would run your hands over my body, the way you do hers

You should know that I’m waiting for the day you finally decide to make me yours

~EB