Love story

All day I've been thinking about you. About our reunion. The meeting of our busy trajectories. 
I have longed for you. Your smell, your taste, your sensuous embrace. 
But here I am. Here and now. Ready and agitated. Feverish and excited.

Rise up to me, my beloved, rise up and let's be reunited! 

You what? You couldn't be arsed? Tis disappointing but not totally unexpected. Pah,  I get it. It's up to me. Again. You are playing hard to get. Again. The move is for me to make. Again. 

I have no pride. I'll fling myself into you. Again.