I watch him from a few feet away, talking to a person of no consequences.
The sun's rays catch the glitter of drops on his clothing left from this afternoon's showers.
His lips move.
I tightly shut my eyes.
To Dream!
His lips move against mine.
I gently bite his lower lip, drawing the sweet red essence of him inward.
His golden hair curls around his ear, and I lean close to whisper-dirty talk.
I nibble his throat, his neck-marking him.
Mine!
His chest heaves, the curled hairs flow around the two pink bumps pushing out.
My gaze drops over his belly down to the 'sweet spot.'
It grows. Proud. Defiant.
Its ultimate goal-rapture.
His arms enfold my nakedness. Skin to skin.
My eyes open, and I close the distance to him.
He turns away from the stranger.
Blye eyes glitter, intense, sinful, naughty.
He smirks.
His tongue slides along his bottom lip and retreats.
Ah yes! I will have him yet!
I'll wait!
I'll watch!