Minding my business and wrapped up in my daily grind of the 9 to 5, doing what is needed of myself, until suddenly, a mention, a glimpses, of you fill my thoughts and mind with an overload of mental pictures flowing from the past, tangle in a knot for that moment, then I'm fine, though temporary effects sway on this naive heart. One appearance is enough to create mystery, wonder, and enchantment in one dose; in one visit. Then poof, you disappear, leaving false hopes and promises. I'm force to carry on as nothing happen, and left to question if any of it really happened. I'm back to square one, fine in my little world I created to guard myself. Why do I do this to myself, I ask. It insanity, with a taste of heaven, so to speak. So I leave it alone and continue my business and doing what is needed, until the spell dust that surrounds your mysterious being sparks up again, trapping me with whimsical moments of our last encounter, and I'm subjected to relive you over and over mentally fucking me over every now and then. How orgasmically frustrating - then I sigh...., feeling as though my hands and feet are being bonded, as my knees and other areas get weak. I need a release from your potion,your drug;at least a dose, so Im good again. Until closure; there no winning.
