Oh...these thoughts I'm having. Quite unladylike yet so woman like.
Was it what you said or did? Or was it the sheer mind of my fantasy unveiling it's desires.
You. It's got to be you.
The way your cologne hugs your skin and leaves a trail so that I catch that scent just at the right time. You know that time right? That time when I've convinced myself I don't have to give into these intimate thoughts.
The way your arms are sculpted and are strong enough to hold me. Just wrap me in them and I can lay my head in that spot that was designed for me. Designed to give me that break from all the daily, non stop activities that require my attention. You know that spot....it's riiiiiight there in the crook of your neck between your neck and your shoulder....
And what about those hands? The way your hands carefully mold my body into your playground for your desire. You hold that power right there in your hand. I feel that your fingerprints are tattooed all over my body....leaving a trail of you....leaving a sign that shouts "Do not trespass...this is MY property." You hands can smooth away any tension...provide the security of feeling your grip tighten around me...provide the pleasure of tickling any spot you see is in need...provide that tender touch of lifting my chin up to your face to allow your lips to kiss my lips.
Oh, your lips? Oooooweeee, those lips...they have to be the sweetest taste. Your lips give me life. When you kiss me, I feel completely naked. But not in a shameful way. I feel elevated and exposed for your pleasure. That kiss....oh yes sir, that kiss is my choice of drug. It lingers on my lips as you playfully bite my lower lip. For some reason, when you kiss me, although you give me life, you take my breath away at the same time. I feel light-headed....I feel giddy. I feel your hands come to the small of my back and what I feel next is ecstasy. I feel my body tremble. I open my eyes to make sure I'm still here and then I see your eyes.
Your eyes have got to be the windows to your soul. Because in there, I see my value to you. I see the desire that you have to make sure I'm cherished and taken care of. Your eyes flutter open and clearly tell me that this is the only time I'm allowed to come up for air. I see your then show a hungry look of desire. You clearly have some fantasies that you'd like to see become a reality....and I want to ensure that happens.
But right now, I don't know how to get your attention as you hold the door and you are still a stranger. You see...these thoughts merely came from the brief contact of my fingertips grazing yours when you caught that door to hold it open as I walked through it. We're two strangers. Maybe we'll meet again. Maybe we won't. Maybe you'll be that man that I "let get away" because I was too naive to know....Maybe you'll make the first move to start me on your path to forever. If not........I'll just blush, smile and say "thank you for holding the door, sir" while wanting to say "you could also hold my heart if YOU asked."
