Anxiety

I am sitting here, waiting for you. I cannot remember the last time I felt this much anticipation, this much excitement, this much anxiety. As you know, I do not normally consider anxiety a positive feeling. At the moment, however, I feel incredible. My mind is racing with thoughts of you. I can barely contain myself. I am overwhelmed by the mere idea of being with you. I feel as though I might explode, and I don't mean sexually (or at least not exclusively). I cannot contain my thoughts. My body is tense and shaking. I feel like I've had two pots of coffee and two handfuls of candy.

[interrupted by telephone]

You just called and I could barely put words together to make a sentence. I hope you could hear the desire in my tone. I am drenched in my need for you -- the need to have you near me, the need to have you serve me, the need to have you beg me to treat you like my personal whore, the need to treat you like my most prized possession.

Get here soon or the anxiety might just kill me.