My heart sank… as I sat  in the livest city seeping with humans overflowing the walk ways I wanted him to miss me….

I wanted to feel wanted…

I wanted to hang my cape up and take a breath…

I wanted to wrap myself in his words that he magically consumed from my brain…I hoped he was a champion fisherman that could guide my fishing skills as I fished for hints of desire as the image of his rugged being took a break since he found security in my presence 

His mind intrigued me…it was a forbidden excursion I couldn’t resist exploring ignoring all the caution signs…

I’ve been holding on to the still shots as they run rapid when I’m in his presence…

Caressing dem dreads as they caress my thighs while his arms hold onto me making sure I don’t fall too deep into the green gateways that transcend dimensions as you look upon them…

His voice triggers this damsel in distress syndrome that irks my desperation for being respected as an independent woman…

Hearing the melodies he creates as his hands seduce the knobs that make bodies move translucently and being so consumed by the visuals of him in his zone as I bite my lip with the kaleidoscope of images reflecting passion around my throat   

His mannerisms and consideration are that of a prince from a Disney movie…any woman would be able to channel her inner queen as he casually handles things that have become trivial to the majority of his peers…

As I sat in a city that hadn’t slept since it’s conception…. and I thought about the amount of people surrounding me….

And I replayed his words “the city misses you…” 

All I wanted to know was that he missed me