A Collection Of Stories In My Head

The rhythm of the dancing fingers

Days on end and I couldn't get you out of my mind, I couldn't understand why or how you can successfully make me feel this way.

How were you able to hold me hostage. To keep me trapped in my own mind. Dreaming, wandering aimlessly, looking for the exit; but there wasn't one, was there?

I couldn't understand. I failed to understand how I was trapped in my head, aching for an escape, aching for a way out.

Aching for you.
The way my body flutters and shivers everytime I hear the ping of my phone. Hoping you'd be the one. Hoping you were going to release me from this prison.

Dashed hopes, crazy dreams.

Finally, a creek.
Finally a glimmer of hope.
Finally you've reached out to me.
Finally I'd be free, I couldn't wait to be free.

Just a slip of your finger or two that's all I need. The rhythm of the dancing fingers in me. That's all I desire. Just for a little while, just before you go. Just before I go into ecstasy.