I know you want me, You Know I want ya

Anticipation, relentlessly flows through me, like a desire of unattached devotional emotions. Decisions of greater comfort which result in further disappointment. Do I need a lesson in my own game again? But what if the desire is but such a miraculous symphony? How I do conquer, request, after all, its only for 2 more nights. Sultry? Lustfull? Playing? Beauty? What does one seek? The same as I? How can that be so, I don’t even know.