each time...

I think I am safe still, safe from being drawn back in to actively yearning for you.  You log in on your "secret" ID, known only to me, just so you can chat with me.  I sort of want to be just friends now, but I still want you to lose your reason over me.  Among other things.  So you grow hard as you pick up on my inneundo, your pants bulge in your mother in law's study while you talk to me and then you tell me it is only your cock taking over your brain.  And that, honestly, you do respect that I have a brain...