You denied my attention and I offered more.
You denied my desire and I wanted you more.
You denied my lust and I needed you more.

Your breath slid across my neck, working it's way up to my ear. You said things so quietly, so softly, so lovely that the words didn't matter. My skin prickled in a pleasure wave down my back and straight to my hips.

Your hands moved gently over my blouse, working their way towards my breasts. They were so strong, so sure, so determined that the destination didn't matter. My breasts swelled and nipples hardened.

Your mouth slid up to my lips, lingering longingly before a kiss. You stared into my glassy orbs, searching my eyes, heart, and soul before you left off lingering to kiss me passionately. My underwear were flushed with wetness from my longing.

Your cock raised within the confines of your pants. Pressing against the inside of your boxes so hard, so firm, so solid that you were uncomfortable. I imagined it breaking through your pants and rubbing against me so closely that you almost entered.

You let go and walked away.

You denied my attention and I offered more.
You denied my desire and I wanted you more.
You denied my lust and I needed you more.
You denied my love and I sat lonely. . . Missing you.