A flurry of activity surrounding me, voices rising and falling…engaged in a battle of endless chatter….office sounds…routine and common place. The sounds of the familiar….this place that demands 8 hours of my life daily.
I find in between the mundane tasks my mind wanders….straying from my earthbound body…leaving me briefly behind in the dust of the hunt…chasing the images of the thousands of other things I’d rather be doing…..most of them…with you.

The morning passes uneventfully…standard fare….broken by  secret smiles when my wandering thoughts find you. Thus far…the day has been to harried to allow more than fleeting caresses of your image in my minds eye. The disruptive demands of responsibility would only lead to frustration of an unpleasant nature.

Lunch…
And I step out of the cloister and breath deeply of freedom. The sun shines warm and bright…and I cannot help but think of you. I meander through the spring streets as I think, my thoughts racing farther a field than I am able …ahead of my feet…like an errant child hell bent on exploring the world …unrestricted.

I pass the other occupants of our shared realities and I wonder at their lives in comparison to mine.

Business men in the uniform of the successful….neat suits, crisp shirts, bright ties. I watch their animated repartee …conversations of grave import…social structures …golf scores and conquests.

I see you in their countenance, the trappings of power and accomplishment….so like you….. and yet I wonder as I pass.
Does their confident veneer mask untapped reserves of passion… hidden desires… as yours does?

Freedom recedes and I do as always…what is required of me…returning to be chained yet again to my desk…held fast by reality with only dreams of you to break the monotony.

Tasks performed without conscious thought….auto pilot of necessity but my mind once again staging a  mutiny against the common place… disengages and takes flight…..

Thoughts of you …

Lights dim…. a curtain opens …a hush falls and the world slips away…

Crystal images coalescing

Sight…sound…emotion…sensation…rushing magically together to weave an ornate tapestry…gilded with passion

Already I feel it…that first onslaught of desire… rising from the depths… the delicious tightness in my chest that threatens to take my very breath away. My eyes close unbidden…

I hear it … that voice that I know so well…. first tone and timber. It alone has the capacity to draw so much from me…. Rich and resonant…laced with need. My breath catches…then quickens in concert to the beating of my heart….

The words follow…. like footsteps echoing through the corridors of my mind…growing ever closer…anticipation rising wantonly to meet them…body bracing instinctively for the collision…

Phrases spoken…

“I want you”…a torrid flush across my skin…. a river of chills cascading

“I need you”…liquid heat erupts deep within… thighs pressed tight against the flood

“Do it for me” …tightly coiled…I tremble…. So very near…

“Now!”…. a gasp….my eyes fly open…the curtain drops…reality crashes in overbearing….

Breathing deeply ….. Am I composed?  Eyes scanning quickly…. Has anyone taken note of my stolen departure from my prison?

A slow smile…..

What would they think if they could read my mind?

A fleeting thought….

Can I feasibly escape these confines for brief solitude… completion?

No….I’ll wait…..

Letting the tension build…. A foreplay to foreplay…

I’ll wait…. Anticipation and frustration in a seductive courtship till my inevitable  parole….

I’ll wait….

And show you….what I’ve been thinking….