Your thinking of me

You're thinking of me again
	i feel it
My fingers tingle
My ears do not burn
My temperature,
It does not elevate
My essence
	i feel it
You tug at it
And
My existence
Ponder I shall a name or a face
Who are you?
Do you get what you want?
Have you ever had me?
	My souls, my being, my thoughts can out weigh the actions
Are you masturbating?
Do you crave me?
Are you impaired or altered?
Do you already have what you want…me?
The tingle is there
	As i lay there i feel perhaps i should join you and play
Will you tell me my name?
I now want to hear you say it
I am thinking of you
	i feel it

11:45pm
Mother's Day 1999

R. David Paine III