he acts like he wants it.
he tells me he hasn't thought about it for days.
he stares into the webcam,
claps when i arch my back without even thinking about it.
he's pleading for it.
i'm begging in my mind.
i want to give it,
but i'm waiting for him.
i know he wants it so bad too.
and i start.
"thought that?"
he doesn't have anything to say back.
i go a little farther.
"thought that?"
i ask again,
once again,
nothing.
i keep going,
but right before i get there --
he stops me.