Not the post 9/11/09

This is not the post I want to write to you.

The post I want to write to you, I could never put out to the world. I blush at the thought of doing anything but whispering to you the ways that I desire you. The unquenchable thirst, like a fire that needs only itself to burn, and does so brighter and hotter with every second. I would never ever write what I dream to do to you, with you, the very instant I see you next. Nor would I share my most aching fantasies, whose thoughts alone inspire a wanting that borders on pain. I couldn't bare to numerate the ways I would arouse you for what feels like an eternity before giving in to that which we both crave when we look at one another. You have no idea the multitude of ways I desire you, and you may never. I may never be able to express or even fulfill all the ways I want to put out the fire that burns in my body with the smooth coolness that flows through yours.

Or maybe when I finally have you, and can do all these things that I can only barely whisper, it'll turn out that my fire is our fire, and we'll burn up together.

Yours Truly