He's toying with me and against every fiber of my being I'm leaning in and not running away. He teases me, corrects me. And then makes me wait with anticipation and bated breath. I'm figuring out his signs and signals. He'll only talk with me when we're alone. I'm diving into work to be able to hold off and create some distance so I don't suffocate him. All I want is to surround myself with him. He teases me. He observes we both have the same day off. If we got into the same space unsupervised I wouldn't be able to hold back. My thoughts consume me. I exist solely for his pleasure. Two words and my body reacts as if he's near me; my body deceives me. I crave him like a drug. The withdrawals are horrible; my body in constant yearning for his touch.