Driving home, my mind is always on you.
I find myself reliving memories, past and recent.
I allow myself to find you in my thoughts.
I catch the smile on my face in the mirror.
A sinister feeling washes over me.
It excites me that the other drivers have no idea what I'm thinking.
I am enamored by the many sides of you, the woman, the submissive, the child.
I am empowered by your trust and innocence.
I adore the things you only give to me.
I worship the raw moments and the dirty little secrets.
The familiar sounds and whimpers.
It calls out to me, each and every day.
A place only you can take me.
With someone only I know.
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