I miss writing

I miss it terribly. I realized that my stories came from being neglected in some way, and now that I’m not (happily collared kitten) it seems as though my inspiration has just up and fucked off.

I hate that. Oh, don’t get me wrong…im much happier now than I have ever been. But it sucks that it cost me my outlet. Ill never give up my Sir to write..but can’t a bitch catch a little inspiration?

Oh I know, it’ll come back. It always does. But the waiting and hoping is a killer.

yearning

constantly, he teases me. texting, calling, making me think of nothing but him.

he knows the power he has over me, revels in the reactions he causes.

he enjoys the yearnings he causes…who wouldn’t?

the only thing i have to say is ‘take me now’