where do i begin?
its been so long since i've had a date w. my mistress that i've forgotten proper etiquette.
do i tell her how much i've missed her?
"no, no excuses," she says.
my work schedule and social life never used to be an issue, why ignore her now?
maybe i should start by telling her how much i love her.
she begins to crumble as if i've filled her w. some sort of fiction;
i'd much rather be her fantasy.
my friend, my love, my confidant, my everything, i have ignored you for entirely too long, and i'm sorry.
at one point the mere thought of you was exciting enough.
you've inspired me in ways unimaginable and at the drop of a dime i abandoned you;
neglected you and let you sit on my shelf as some sort of decoration or trophy.
today, i pull you down, open you wide and fill you up in a way only i know how.
you see, somewhere i lost my focus and as i dive deep back inside of you i realize that you were the focus i needed all along.
humor me, and tell me that you still love me too...
as i rub my hands across your outer shell and indulge in a passionate kiss between ink and pad my heart proclaims "its back!"
my muse;
i give to you my mind, body, and soul to use at your will.
alas, you have returned and have my undivided attention.
i love you.
