Bullshitting...

You may think I’m only bullshitting, but I’m only seeing you

I walk through my day wearing blinders, aware only of shadows of men

Hearing no words, only foreign voices

I miss your voice, I miss your words, I long for your soft, and I crave your hard

So, I close my eyes imagining your mouth whispering deep and sweet seductions teasing my senses throwing an arch in my back, a sway in my hips and a moist memory down the inside of my thigh

No others exist.  You are my He, and He is my It, and It is all there is …

….until you open my eyes…and I see that you’re only bullshitting.