You. Dark hair, chocolate eyes, six foot two. You.
I’ve seen you glancing, glimpsing, looking. I’ve seen you watching, stare unflinching, gaze undressing.
I’ve seen the way your eyes consume my curves, eat up my form. I’ve seen the way they run along my collarbone, around the swell of my breasts, hugging my hips, devouring my legs, my arse, my purring little puss.
I’ve seen the way you shift as I enter the room, the way you lick your lips. I’ve seen the way you teasingly scratch your stomach, fingers trailing down the line of fuzz that leads to the manly musk below.
I’ve seen you too. I’ve noticed you also.
Now what do you plan to do about it?
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Oh that last line made me grin ear to ear!
Exactly the response I was hoping for!
Perhaps I plan to position myself just outside the room and wait for you to exit, then ambush you from behind. Perhaps I'll be more direct and answer the challenge of your stare by striding boldly up to you. Perhaps I'll let actions speak for words by trailing fingers across the expanse of your shoulder and neck, then leaning close to breathe deep the intoxicating womanly aroma that is you.
Perhaps I haven't decided yet, and you'll just have to wait and see.
-- PB
Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps
Such delectably endless possibilities PB...
Alas I'm only a hair below 6 feet in height. :-(
Again I marvel at your vivid imagery, My Glorious Enchantrix. The way you infect my mind. Race my heart. Stiffen my manhood. I drink the Well of your Sensual Sorceries, and stagger before you, inflamed with a Desire that can only be assuaged by your smoldering embrace.
!
Whoa! Where did that come from? I like that!
Maybe we should write a book together.
:-)
According to my handbook, you just make the height requirement, Muffin. (phew)
As for your other remarks, I like them too! I hope to continue to "infect" you and inspire such wonderful words every single time... ;)
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