Imprint

I think I’ve created a bond with you.

One that radiates through me and calls me back to you.

It strengthens the bind within me,

as if your body’s electrons fuse with mine,

your chemistry pulling me in like gravity.

I don’t love you,

but I crave your energy sometimes.

I want your body to align with the bond we’ve made,

to answer the call that whispers between us.

Is that okay?

If not, it’s fine…

it still carries me through lonely nights.

Perfectly ravishing, if you ask me.

Who art thou to diminish a dame like me?

You know me…

or at least, your body always will.

I command, call, and deceive you in the same breath,

because I’ve imprinted on your soul.

You can’t rid yourself of me, love.

I’m the toll in your mind

and the ache in your desire.

I prefer to torment you from a distance.

Yet, secretly, in my room,

I meditate on the thought of ravishing you in your sleep.

Imagining my touch awakening your senses,

my breath dwelling with you all day.

An apple a day may keep a teacher away…

but a doctor is only kept at bay

with the medicine of rest.

Kisses, my love.