Have you ever secretly wanted to feel chased? Ever had a quiet desire to be the obsessed? There's an underlying warmth and comfort knowing that someone cannot stop thinking about you. Your thoughts chase after the words that they've said in your ear. Your body holds onto the knowledge of their love for you, your scent, the nape of your neck, your hip bones, or the space between your thighs. You know there is something twisted about the fact that the moment you lay your head to rest they might just check your phone or computer, but somehow it sends electricity up your spine. A surge of energy from head to toe in revel of being so needed and possibly possessed by another. Slight sensations creep up your legs thinking of the way they pulled you close when they sensed a possible intruder. Your heart races looking into the soul that longs to squeeze so tight you can barely breathe. Loving you to death is the only way. It all feels so intense and powerful.
Well now, what shall we do about such a thing? Allow our thirst of being coveted to consume our better judgment? Ride the wave of lust and let the furor suck us in? You see moments are just that; Moments. They are fleeting. Shall we just live for them? Shall we cease in this trice knowing the covert intentions? Have you ever?
