Distracted

Everything I do today has different purpose and meaning.

I peel cucumbers as if your eyes are on me.

I slice tomatoes paper thin, sensing how you’d nod approvingly.

I wipe down the counter, conscious only of how

The sight of my undulating hips would please you.

Inside me explode fireworks of unbridled excitement,

Butterflies wearing Jimmy Choos twerk to rival Miley.

In less than 24 hours, there I’ll be. Under your control.

Positioned as you want me. Securely restrained.

Pliant, submissive, obedient…

Well, mostly.

Can’t keep my mind on anything.

Ain’t it grand?

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8 thoughts on “Distracted

  1. Yes. I love this.
    I love the normality, the everyday but totally hooked and only thinking about someone. This is my favourite kind of expression for love.
    I do like the grandness of a romantic poem, laced with traditional imagery (stars and flowers and the ocean…whatever) …but I love the everyday, more than anything else.
    I want to be instantly hooked on my lover as I make a drink or do the washing-up.

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