Come here

YOU: I am like the man who lives across the street. I think of you often during the day and what you might be doing. I know what he is going through as he walks his walls and looks towards your door. I am like him in so many ways for I too long for your touch and your smell and that way you look back with that look in your eyes.

ME: You are nothing like the man who lives across the street. For you have touched this skin before, you have made me laugh and dance and I am still asking for more. You are nothing like the man from over there for I am not a mystery to you even if I still hold some magic.

YOU: I am like the man across the street because tonight I am thinking of you as I sleep alone. I am doing all I can to recall your smell, the feel of your skin the sound of your voice in the night air. I too am obsessed with my own ideas of you and what it might be like to pull you down into my bed, to push your hair back from your eyes, to watch your mouth open in delight. Him and I are the same tonight.

ME: you will never be like the man across the street. For what similarity could there be if you were to touch me and I were to soften. If you were to speak to me and it made me laugh. If you were to push your body into mine you must know I would push back.

YOU: please don’t ever stop.