Coming Together

"Darling...what are you doing?"

If that question has been asked...it probably didn't need to be asked in the first place.

I will never forget the first time. The first time I heard him, on the other end of the phone. I think what was most agonizingly attractive to me was his utter inability to speak coherently...to finish a thought.

My hand immediately wandered.

This first time, I tried to "time," things. I anticipated when I thought he might be "ready," and behaved accordingly. Unfortunately for me, I lack the self-discipline to do this, effectively. There's a certain point I reach where I cannot stop myself. And I got there before he did.

But lately...time after time, my trying has been completely unnecessary. In fact, the last thing on my mind is usually where we "are," in proximity to one another. And lately, it hasn't mattered. Every time we've been coming together.

I'm afraid I'm addicted to this...to the sound of him expressing exactly how I feel in that moment.