I am truly terrified that she will never take my feelings for her seriously. I told her that I like her more than a friend and it didn’t do anything hinder our friendship, but there are times when I’m not doing anything and all I can think about is her. I’ll miss her even though we’ve never met in person. I’ll crave her touch even though I’ve never felt her arms around me. I’ll hunger for her kisses even though I’ve never tasted her. I’ll long for her sweet whispers in my ear even though I’ve never heard her voice. She is the inspiration for the love of my craft and in being a better person everyday.
I smile thinking about the two of us snuggling on a couch together, watching a movie, comfortable in each other’s skins. I would rest my head on her arm, holding her close as if she would float away if I let go. After feeding each other snacks, I would look forward to following her into the bedroom and prepare myself for her: wash the make u off of my face, brush my hair and teeth, pull on my nightgown, and lather myself with my sugar sweet lotion. We would read an erotic book together, slowly caressing each other from our faces to our legs until I throw the book on the floor and turn out the light, wrapped in each other’s embrace.
Her long chestnut brown hair cascades over my face, soft and silky, brushing against my cheeks. Tongues intertwining, dancing, lips sucking and teeth nipping. My hands caress her back, waist, and finally grope her behind, urging her to continue. Her eyes glisten with happiness and lust; she licks her lips as she smiles down at me as I flash a smile back at her, giggling, still not believing that we’re here together like this. Then she dives for the curve of my neck and kisses me again and again, my body arching against hers.
This is all I ask for, yet I’m pretty sure it will never happen.