Attention, My Mistress
I am drawn to her, so much so I seem down when she is not around.
I do that thing where I play cool when she’s here, so I don’t appear to want her too much.
But I know I do. She must too.
However fleeting her stays are, they make me smile and feel like I matter to someone.
I don’t want to say I love her, craving her seems so needy like a child acting out.
Yet I revel being in her gaze. Her eyes light my heart and fill me with a tempting warmth.
It may be wrong to want her so much, you can see right through me when I’m with her. I’m obvious and have no shame.
Why must she be so taboo? Perhaps because she must be paid?
