She’s seated in front of me, in all her grace and beauty. I like her more than I had planned. The bulky man man standing behind me moves a bit to the left exposing rays of sunshine that bathe her smooth flawless skin in a pale orange light. I’m so awed by the sight in my eyes that all I can do is smile(grin) sheepishly.
I notice the scar near her ear and stare persistently. How can such a mark look so appropriate on someone? She looks up and our eyes lock momentarily. Did she just steal a glance? I quickly put away the grin but find myself struggle to hide my delight when she shyly looks back down with the cutest little smile I’ve ever seen exposing a perfect set of pearly white teeth.
As I continue to check her out, her body leads my mind to a land far far away. A place of personal pleasure as I take her on more dates on unforgettable nights in Paris and undress her with my eyes. I wonder what she’s thinking. Does she know what am thinking?
Why is it so hot around here?