Feed me...the slow drip of desire distilling into veins like a drug from an IV bag...the way the warmth speeds through when the phone number turns out to be yours...quickening. Heightening.
Touch me...in a crowd of watchers...a gentle polite acknowledgement...discreet. A handshake, a clench...let it linger just an inappropriate second longer...let an eyebrow arch. A knowing grin. A familiar gaze.
Feel me...press close in an elevator...a subway car...let us move and align against the rhythms of of man-made machines...leaning in for balance, but the press of flesh beneath corporate clothes is familiar...a remembrance.
Soothe me...a hand on a shoulder...a delicate hug when the perfume of you is proximate...let me briefly inhale you like an anesthetic...numb me with your nearness...calming...familiar...longing...realizing it is now within my grasp...the slight weight of your hand upon me...attached to you...now attached to me.
Dare me...look across a room, look across a place...outdoors or not, stand like a challenge, face me with an ask...tell me where you want me...tell me what you want.
Amuse me...laugh at my words...smile at my gaze. Find a common place of hilarity and throw your head back and laugh that gorgeous noise...fill my ear with song. The sound of you. Happy.
Spoil me...ask me about my day...find trivial items important...discuss a future...laugh at a past. Share like the opening of a locket what you possess...what you keep secret...where your mind wanders in a sleepless night...just loitering in the dark, space and time slowly proceeding...what relaxes you enough to slow breathing and stumble back to slumber.
Want me...the alchemy...the mix of us...the combination...the exquisite puzzle piece that fits perfectly...a void for some time that is now repaired...fulfilled...quenched. No longer thirsty. No longer sore or stressed. The absolute medicine. Addictive.
Addicting.
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