I've written a lot of bad poetry, few 'insightful' pieces, one joke that failed horribly(it was funny dammit), and one act of vandalism. I think this time I will try to paint a different sort of picture. Gents, if you're reading, 'you' does not apply to you ;p
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It is just another day, much like the one before, sitting at work watching the hours crawl by. I wish I could say I love my job, but I don't. I'm good at it, but I seem to have always been good at whatever job I was doing. It's a paycheck, so who am I to complain. It affords me the luxury of buying you the occasional stargazer lily. However, you are not here. Here is not where I want to be.
I wish there was a clock on the wall, so I could look up and curse because it wasn't moving. I have to mark my time in 10 minute blocks talking to stupid people. I don't care that your computer is broken. I don't fix computers. I fix internet connections. You know, the service you pay me for. Why are you calling me? Your NN log in has fuck all to do with your internet service working! Ok, lets try this again. How is your computer connected to the modem? Do you have a wired connection, or a wireless connection? Ok, internet explorer is not going to give us the answer we need. We need to determine if your computer has a connection to the modem. Is there a wire running from your computer to the modem? Yes, I understand internet explorer says page cannot be displayed. We need to focus on the computers connection right now, not internet explorer. I swear to God if you say 'internet explorer cannot display webpage' one more time, I'm driving to your house and fucking you up! One by one they come in until the last moron is sated and my day in gulag is complete. Now I can get to you, where I want to be.
Fuck that mutt who cut me off, and that asshole truck driver. Mr. Policeman and his speed trap can sit and spin as well. I am home, and there you are. This whole train wreck of a day vanishes. I still can't believe that seeing you on the other side of the door has this affect on me. I could stare at you for hours and never tire. Captivation, adoration, love call it what you will. I could stay lost in this forever. I think, however, it is time to see, if I can help you become lost.
Come here. Let my large hands caress your lovely face. Feel my fingertips slowly trace along your jawline, softly lifting your chin, gently tipping your head back. Just one brief tender kiss to give my lips what they have craved all day. My chest lurching slightly, almost struggling for air as I leave that breathless moment. Biting my lower lip slightly as my thumb trails softly over your lovely mouth. My eyes close briefly, for what I promise will be the last time tonight. A soft sigh escapes my lips as my eyes open to meet yours again. Wrapping your small hands in mine, bringing them gently together, lifting them slowly upward, placing a single kiss so it bushes lightly against both index fingers, gazing back over hands and into your eyes. One request, OK?
Look at me. Look into my eyes. I want you, this once, to be able to see yourself through my eyes. Watch how my eyes respond, as my fingertips trail over the silky sleeves of your blouse. Lifting the fabric slightly over your shoulder and smoothing it back down with gentle caress. Fingertips drift softly over your alluring neckline. Watch the dark eyes soften as you tip your face into my hand. My eyes almost wanting to close as your lovely face is cradled in my large hand, my thumb brushing over your lips and cheek. God I want to kiss you. Another audible sigh escaping my lips as fingertips move on to brush the hair from your lovely face. Fingertips savoring all of the lovely contours of your face. Nails cascading lightly down your neck, as deft fingers free the first two buttons of your blouse, brushing the collar away, from enticing flesh. Can you see? There in my eyes, how warm and wonderful the vision before me, how much I want my lips caressing your neck, how I ache feel my teeth passing softly over your flesh instead of my nails. Can you see?