you know me, you know me all too well

I liked the way you'd kiss me when I came home from work. Sometimes we'd play the seduction game. I'd undress you with my eyes whilst preparing dinner, you'd sit there casually, watching me as I worked; always cool, detached and acting uninterested.

I would try to pretend I didn't care, that I didn't need you as badly as I did but the sight of you always made my head swim and my stomach do that flutter thing. My eyes would glaze with hunger and within moments I would have your top off and my mouth around you, swallowing that burning satisfaction and scratching my nails against the wall.

Oh Jack, you satisfied me in ways that no other man could and now we live together in a marriage of stagnation. We're together too often, there is no foreplay, no dancing, no music. We need space and those daylight hours apart.

Soon, my love. Soon I will have a 9 - 5 day and the nights can be ours once more. We will dance in the evenings, bruising our bodies against my bed and when the world of sleep beckons, you'll warm me with the lingering touch of your kiss.