Love Interest

Clouded by slumber and the overwhelming feeling of infatuation, I feel your desire as I walk up behind you--you anticipate me. With my hands on your biceps, I lean closer and whisper in your ear (the contents of which are locked in my vaulted subconscious). You smile and lean toward me, without turning to face me. You tell me that you love my quirky ways. I lunge forward playfully and nibble your neck. The natural smell of your skin is an aphrodisiac. I wish I knew who you were. I wish I knew your name. Will you visit me again and reveal yourself? Until we meet again...

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I didn't think I cared.
I didn't think it bothered me to be alone.
I guess it's not the "being alone" part that actually bothers me, but I do long to have someone interested in me.
I want someone to get to know me.
I want someone to want to discover me.
I want flirtatious affection.
I want sensuality.
I want to be someone's distraction.
Ah, to be the muse...

Patiently, I sit, awaiting Fate's hands. For now, I guess my dreams will have so suffice as a way for me to satisfy these feelings. I look forward to our next meeting.