Slow Moving Day  

yknotforme 46F
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7/6/2005 10:13 am

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Slow Moving Day

I look at the clock and while I have tons to do, the day is moving by so slow. What feels like 3:30 or 4 is only a bit after 11. I feel disconnected from you. I open my e-mail and can't help but smile when I see I have received something from you. I wonder if anyone notices the way I smile and seem utterly blissful staring at my screen with a pile of paperwork in front of me. They probably think I have lost my mind. Perhaps I have.

I think back to our time together. I recall the sweetness of your kisses, the security of your arms around me, and the way you looked so deeply into my eyes. How you can make me feel so comfortable and yet so intense.

You sometimes make me fight within myself. I love talking to you and share simple things.
Yet, I also want to grab you, kiss you ravenously, and feel you deep inside me, throbbing with the need we feel for each other.

Now I look at the clock again, only a few moments have passed, an eternity still to wait till I am connected with you again.

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