longing

I yearn. It is most discomfiting. But still, exquisite. I think of you relentlessly, the clipped manner of your speech, those odd sounds you make, every sharp intake of breath sending my brain into paroxysms of delight. Your coldness is divine, your abrupt termination of all our conversations, I spin with desire as you shut me down, shut me out. I long to be wrapped up in you, to be experienced, held, inhaled and known...