I didn't talk to you today. And it's left me anxious and on edge. I don't need to talk to you every day, I really don't want to talk to you every day. We don't owe each other the connection, and I more than anyone appreciate the hunger that builds when it's missed. I remind myself that the small talk makes me uncomfortable, the snuggling makes me want to bolt, and that the day to day is none of my business. So I concentrate on the physical. The need for you to just fuck me. The desire to feel your fingers in my mouth as you pound into my cunt. The ache to hear you whisper "you're my whore" into my ear. The feel of your fingers digging into my hips as we cum.
But I would have settled to hear your voice.