Waiting for you to get online
is like holding my breath
and counting the seconds
until I have to breathe-
painful.
I know I'm clingy,
so damn clingy-
with no right
to be.
You, however, don't seem to mind,
so that's good.
But being this addicted
to you is so
out of character for me,
I'm not really sure
how to process
the moments in between.
I'm not sure what to do
with myself.
Well, I could think of a
few things-
[wink wink nudge]
they wouldn't be
nearly as exciting
on my own though.
No, not alone.
So, I'll continue
to push through the
thickness of the moments
until that little icon tells me
you're there,
and I can breath again,
fully-
with a hitch
and constant thrum
of desire,
because that's
just what you
do to me.
-MS
