You call me up, but there is no answer. You leave a message saying your thoughts are racing with images of my curves, my touch, my voice, my face, my scent and you are missing me. You hang up. When I retrieve the message later on, flashbacks of my face looking at you and longing for your touch ignite me. Knowing what I am feeling when you look at me gets me so hot. Knowing the truth but not being able to give myself to yo...