Him

I fell in immediate love with him.
His aura and verbiage.
His energy flowed straight through me.
Filling the emptiness within.
Speaking my language.
So fluently.
Revealing truth.
Reciting wisdom.
I hung on to his words.
His smile.
His being.
Intrigued by his understanding.
He lit up the room
with his knowledge of self.
Lighting my way as well.
So sure.
So ready.
He spoke.
And I ate his words
one by one,
Savoring the letters
and I’ve never
tasted anything better.
My mouth watered for him.
For an exchange.
I was hungry for the satisfaction
of knowing him.
Thirsty for his undivided attention.
Puzzled by my own thoughts
of ownership and entitlement.
Haunted by
my ghost of insecurity
and ‘what if’.
Yet,
smitten by his essence.
His purity.
Emotional seesaw..
Up and down I go.
The wanting and longing
for something more.
My better judgement
screaming for me to go slow.
Only I can’t stop.
I won’t stop.
I’ve already reached
my orgasmic peak..
From his deep strokes of
intellectual conversation.
A splendid mind fuck indeed.