Title: Her Lot
Author: Battus philenor
Disclaimer: I have no claim to anything CSI. I get nothing from this but happiness from taking the G/S ship farther than those who do own CSI.
My trembling hands are barley noticeable, I hope. I don't want to react to you the way that I do, but I can't control my body in your presence.
I don't need to see you enter a room to know that you did. I can feel you somehow. The closer you get, the more I can feel you.
My eyes can barely stay on your form longer than a second due to the intensity of you. It doesn't matter, it's as if your image has been burned into my eyes and will be there always.
The scent of you is overpowering in my nostrils. There is no cologne, just your maleness that is completely you.
There isn't now, and will never be any other for me. I know this as I know my own name. It's a given that has tormented me for years.
Knowing your closeness and yet knowing I will never be able to occupy your mind and soul the way that you do mine. To have you touch me in passing, but know it will never be with the passion that I touch you with. It is too painful to bear.
Why do I endure this torture? Why do I stay only to have this hurtful knowledge thrust at me daily?
Even as painful as this is, it's less painful than actually knowing that I would never be around you again.
I can't bring myself to do that yet. I can't quit you that quickly. There is nothing as addictive as you. You're my drug. You intoxicate me and I can not give you up... not yet.
End
Battus philenor
Author: Battus philenor
Disclaimer: I have no claim to anything CSI. I get nothing from this but happiness from taking the G/S ship farther than those who do own CSI.
My trembling hands are barley noticeable, I hope. I don't want to react to you the way that I do, but I can't control my body in your presence.
I don't need to see you enter a room to know that you did. I can feel you somehow. The closer you get, the more I can feel you.
My eyes can barely stay on your form longer than a second due to the intensity of you. It doesn't matter, it's as if your image has been burned into my eyes and will be there always.
The scent of you is overpowering in my nostrils. There is no cologne, just your maleness that is completely you.
There isn't now, and will never be any other for me. I know this as I know my own name. It's a given that has tormented me for years.
Knowing your closeness and yet knowing I will never be able to occupy your mind and soul the way that you do mine. To have you touch me in passing, but know it will never be with the passion that I touch you with. It is too painful to bear.
Why do I endure this torture? Why do I stay only to have this hurtful knowledge thrust at me daily?
Even as painful as this is, it's less painful than actually knowing that I would never be around you again.
I can't bring myself to do that yet. I can't quit you that quickly. There is nothing as addictive as you. You're my drug. You intoxicate me and I can not give you up... not yet.
End
Battus philenor