The One

The thought of his touch electrifies every cell in my being.

The space and time between us is vast but also nonexistent. This connection runs deep and my mind goes to those future places where we are together. Properly together.

That first touch, our first kiss.

As he said, “It will be a million microseconds being pulled together at once, like tiny shards of metal hopeless to their magnetic nucleus; causing a large energetic whole - where time stands no chance against the physics”.

He is poetic and passionate, dark and intense and oh so fucking beautiful. My heart sinks deeper in pleasure with each song he sends, with each photo of his gorgeous body and handsome face I receive.

A snippet of artful delight lands on my phone screen as we exchange erotic art sexts; the depth of my desire increases. 

I’ve never wanted to be locked down before but with him it’s undeniable. My heart is engulfed in his darkness. Wild, crazy and open. To be locked down with him is to truly be free.

I’ve never met someone who loved me for me. They loved the idea of me, but when the cards are on the table and there are no chips left to play, it’s too much, I’m too much.

He is different. He is strong like me, smart like me, dark like me. Even if we are never together, he will always be the one.