Tonight he was planning an ambush...'in a wood..'

Double entendres fill my head, yet I know he won't be thinking as fast as I am. Poor thing...Physically, I already sense I'm going to be exhausted and completely ravaged..(which is a good thing, don't get me wrong)...
Mental stimulation, I'll put that on hold...My mind will not be filled with wondrous thoughts present, but wondrous thoughts past...
Floyd fan fills my psyche still and I know, he knows it's game on again...soon...months...soon, but he will enrapture me again across white sheets in the morning streaming sun...

Meanwhile, back to the crude present; dirty texts and fantasy spill out from Army Boss...and I know I want it..but not really with him...beggars can't be choosers and Ive already told all of you, I'm a choosey girl.

This Thursday beckons...and he is agitated and excited in his khaki...
Made the effort this afternoon though...got myself quite turned on...the messages so steamy they were melting the mobile...
And I'm conscious of the mindset;
I'm conscious of the sex need;
I'm conscious of the isolation of mind and heart and this time it's easy.

It's easy because he does not feed my soul;
It's easy because passion is not flowing from words;
It's easy beacuse it's a six hour arrangement...not a six month one..;
It's easy because he does not even know my name.

And it's so hard.
Because it's not him...not yet.