Is there room?

Is there room in your life for me…you’re so busy, you rarely talk to me. I remember your voice, not so much by the tone but how it made me feel.  I’m not a possession though at times I feel as though I were one.  My heart beats and  my blood flows through my body… My heart quickens when you but look my way. I see by your expression that you are somewhere else and yet my heart responds. Its beat quickens in response to the lustful thoughts springing into my mind…My blood flows through my body and becomes thicker and slows when you lick your lips, sip your coffee, pull on your cigarette… My mind whirls with all kinds of erotic venues even as I know I must wait… My senses yearn for your touch as brief as it may be.  The way you use to touch me lingering over those places that made me tremble. The look in your eye made me know that no one else existed in your life but me.  My place always felt secure and cherished but its been a long time since that feeling was true and not a shadow of a memory.. I wish I knew if there was still room for me.