Says Smiling: That was good
I say smiling: Okay? while in the back of my mind I’m thinking of all the nasty things I’d do to you.
nothing sexier than a big man who can dance
Damn, why you gotta be so sexy?
Pauses, in between gets closer than he needs to be in order to make his point. He’s my favorite, too good for me to keep up with, laughs,
Stops. Hands slide lower down my back than they need to be so I get closer; permission now to slide even more but I suppose out of courtesy the finger tips glide only he top of my back pockets.
We part, ‘You’re Sexy,’ I whisper hands wrapped around up high enough up for my fingers to glide across his bald head.
It’s slick with perspiration, glistening beads on caramel skin, ‘I have to go home.’
‘Oh no! Awww, c’mon, you leavin?’ he’s joking but I’m serious…
…I have to leave, he doesn’t understand I have to leave before I get overwhelmed with lust enough to take him into the staircase.
No I’m going to wait. Wait until April when I can, in 5 different rooms, do all the nasty things
the nasty things I’d like your hands to do. He’s nimble, what a surprise…
