It has been days.
Or months I don’t know.
He has read them, I am sure.
But hasn’t replied, why? I don’t know.
He says all the right things.
Why he acts strange then, I don’t know.
Is it because I do the same at times?
Yet he knows how I feel, or not. I don’t know.
These episodes of waiting are torture.
Does he like torturing me? I don’t know.
He claims that I have a certain magnetism.
Does he lie or speaks the truth? I don’t know.
I am told that I am interesting and captivating.
Is he toying with my dignity? I don’t know.
He makes me moan his name when I silently orgasm alone.
Do I make him cry with pleasure? I don’t know.
There is this long distance ‘thing’, we say.
Why is it so hard to take the plunge? We don’t know.
Will he love me the way I have started loving him?
When in doubt, look the other way, they tell me but I don’t know.
Is it just a vision? Or a dream that has me thinking possibilities.
Is he thinking the same? I don’t know.
My wings are delicate and they refuse to fly near Love.
Is his thunder my calling or demise? I don’t know.
Written on: 10th January 2016