Listening

I came for you this morning. Memories of past times running through my head during the night. I woke up hard and wanting. I sent you a text. We teased each other about our feelings. It made me want you more. I sent you a photo. Your texts got more explicit. I was close. I asked you to call and you did. Left your office with nary a word and listened to my ragged breathing over the phone. Rising, falling, exploding. You talked me down from it, enjoyment in your voice. I came for you this morning, and I'll come for you tonight.