We’ve gone too long without time together. I want time, and I want it soon.

I want to touch you. I want you on a massage table, where I can spread oil on your back and touch you for a long time before I demand that you service me. And I’ll demand that, while you’re still on the table, still feeling my hands on your back. And you’ll do as you’re told.

It’s been too long, and we can’t ever catch up for all the lost moments together. But we can grab every moment ahead of us, and we will. We’ll talk — there’s so much talk we haven’t been able to have — but not before I exhaust your body and abuse your mouth and make outrageous, selfish, inflexible demands of you.

Then we’ll talk. Eventually.