Uncharted Waters - Part One - The Beginning

The day was just as any other    
He was on my mind - yet he had not a clue  
How often I thought of him    
I wondered if somehow he knew    
Through all those miles,    
To him, I was just a voice on a phone    
But the way he talked melted my heart    
The seed of lust had been sewn    
    
That is how it all began...years before he even had an inkling I was alive in desire with him on my mind, much less smitten with his charm. A frequent visitor, but not for me. Butterflies in the tummy would be tame to call the feeling I had inside - it was more like an intense burning. Burning for what? Even I didn't know.    
He would walk around and look at everything - do what needed to be done. It was his job, after all. All the while, I watched him move. I walked nervously close just to hear him talk. I felt like a silly teenager crushing on my dream man. I am fairly certain he did not have any idea. Poems flowed from my mind - it was hard to contain the sudden explosion of words. Words like lust, love, tables, darkness, candles. Yes - all those words form a memory - but not just yet.