My body is screaming.

Every part of me wants to be bonded to him. He's a drug I dare not have. A body I dare not warm myself against. A kiss I dare not accept. A gift I dare not unravel.

If only.

If only he was just like me. Perhaps, my body would ease.

His mind is a wonder to unravel; I could live in the field of his ideas revolutionary. His work is genius in motion; I almost envy the love affair he has with it. His presence is a joy in itself, a safety only a woman can truly explain.

But his voice? Oh the sound of his voice, when he says my name. It feels like honey dripping on my lips.

For now, my body can continue to scream. I may not have him, but at least I have his voice.

Only a call away.