I Forgot

Do you ever forget? Sometimes I forget. I know I've seen me do it. I can look at pictures of him all day and twitter about him all night. I admit he's never far from my thoughts, but inevitably real life must go on. That's when it happens.
There I am standing at the check-out listing in my mind all the work that needs to be done. When I look over at the magazine rack and there he is, as if I hadn't seen him in years.

*sings* "It feels like the first time. Feels like the very first time."

(BTW I have this filed in the spank bank, aka saved to my computer, under GQ-MF)

My heart starts to pound. My hands start to shake. Lady parts twitch. I hear someone say, "fuck" and realize it's me. I went too long without seeing his face and I forgot. Forgot how beautiful he is. Forgot how my body responds for him. Forgot that he owns me.

In light of this revelation, I rush home shaky. The cravings draw me to the computer, for which I am hysterically grateful.

Time goes by as I stare into his eyes. Read blogs about him. Watch interviews so I can hear his voice. Read FanFic and fantasize.

I look at the clock, hours have passed. In my haste to return to my beloved, I didn't put the groceries away. I didn't do any laundry. I didn't even eat dinner. Fuck! I forgot!