Unrequited

I am barely awake and yet she urges me to be ready for her, restless, looking deep into me with an enigmatic ardor in her eyes. Her slender fingers are all over me, tickling me, trying to turn me on. I wish to tell her “Hold on honey, what’s the rush? Give me but a minute or two.” I chose not to, for reasons solely that I’d understand. I give in to her demands, getting ready as per her wish, keen to please at her behest.

She stares at me, with words unspoken, questions in her emerald eyes which she knows I would always answer. I look at her and see her creamy white face, her luscious lips breaking into a smile, her ample bosom gently bending towards me. It takes me the might of a monster to refrain myself from reaching across and tugging her towards me, making fierce love to her that would make her useless to any other mortal. But I am not someone who gives in to the tease.

I know how to keep her waiting as well. Each of my hangovers cause her the same piercing pique that she puts me through. For sometimes, I don’t feel cared enough and do not wish to be her genie succumbing to her every wish. Every time she turns me on, she seems distracted, her mind wandering off into the mundane bustle of her life. She would be concerned about reading her emails, shopping discounts, movie tickets, news and weather and all of that. Honestly, that doesn’t sound like a romantic encounter at all. If she wants to be with me I want her all to myself. This isn’t a one way street, girl. I am done being your genie in a bottle.

And yet, everytime she demands, I am obliged to give her what she wants. Infact, now, right now, as she digs deep into me I do but eagerly give in. I give her all the dirt she wants, all of it. I play her music and share her gossip, tell her about the news and play her favorite games, savoring every single moment that she spends with me. You would understand if you were me.

It is time for her to leave me again. I cannot help but groan. This isn’t fair. I am tired of her selfishness. “Hang on I didn’t say that. I am sorry. Please don’t leave me dear”, I try to tell her, but she wouldn’t listen. She may not miss me till she visits me again, but I will, very much. She blankly lets me know that it’s time to leave. Reluctantly, I do what I dread most. I give her my options-

Lock Computer
Log Off
Shut down
Change Password
Task Manager
Cancel

Although I secretly hope that she chooses CANCEL, she goes for Shut Down and lulls me off to sleep. I am about to drift off, but I know she will be back. “See you later senorita”, I quietly tell myself. She’ll be back.