Some days I wonder what it would be like. To feel mutual love, the way I feel for you. To have you want to love me and pleasure me, the way I pleasure you. To show me, through your touch, what I mean to you. To have hands travel through my hair, over my chest. To teasingly circle lower and lower, with the lightest of touch, causing the tiny hairs on my skin to stand on end... and waves of anticipation to wash over my body...