Yes, I was the one who stole your pillow case. I took it, still warm even before you pulled out of the driveway to go to work. I cannot get enough of you, enough of how the scent of you triggers me like slightest breeze sets off a shower of raindrops to the forest floor.
I want to wrap your smell around me and remember again and again how that way you touched me overrides everything except the urge to arch my back. I'll wear your pillow case all day so it feels like you are near me. Even when I sit and write. I'll pause to wrap your pillow case around my fist and crush its scent to my nose, looking for you in the sense memory, evoking the delicious anticipation.
I am wicked that way. You will never realize until you read this that I have worn your pillow case next to my skin all day. It touched me all the day as I had thoughts of you. It is safely again enveloping your pillow, smoothed out, waiting for your sleepy head to fall on it.
Dream tonight of the way I smell when I'm lusting for you. Let it work like a spell. Find me in the sleepy darkness and mingle in the warmth of my pillow case.
No comments:
Post a Comment