The ones you can't see,can't touch,
but are out there waiting for you to find them...

Sitting at my computer
late into the night
writing words
trying to speak
to you
in a way that will
make you want to speak
to me.
Looking down I notice
my nipples are hard
protruding through
my tight thin cotton tank.
I smile hoping that you are
equally suffering
the fact that every
cell in your body
is screaming for my touch
in the same way that I crave yours.
Then I laugh out loud
and run both my hands
through my long dark hair
fingers entwined in my curls
I pull them and curse
the screen...
Am I only one of many?
Do you realize what you have?
You know not the woman behind the words,
nor I really the man.
Why must you cause me so much
pleasurable,
sexual,
insatiable,
frustration?