i think of you far more often than i should.
your sweetness, clarity of spirit, intelligence and way with words practically compel me to want you.
you bear the water i swim in...
i don't mean to imply it's a forever thing.
i am not the mother of your children or the apple of your eye.
...and i don't need to be.
what i need is a little of your honey rubbed into my sore spots.
i'll return your favors with deep kisses and fire warmth.
...if you like.
it's up to you.
i won't push this time. only wait.