Do I catch your eye, in those split seconds I see you looking in my direction? Is it always just coincidence or are you thinking what I am thinking?
I can’t begin to describe the thoughts that I have. This intrigue…..this desire in me that hopes to cultivate the same desire in you. I’m drawn to you, I want to study you, learn you, earn you, and possess you.
So, here we are, in a restaurant, seated in an intimate and enclosed outdoor dining area. Separate tables for separate lives in separate worlds just crossing paths unassumingly. I thoughtfully take a sip of my drink and then lick my lips. Have I caught your eye again? Do you follow my tongue as it moves across my mouth? Do you consider what my lips, my tongue, and my mouth taste like? How they would feel against your skin; how they would feel against your own mouth?
I continue to steal glances and we make eye contact once more. I let myself linger for a few seconds longer than the time before. Do my eyes communicate all my curiosities? Do you share an inclination to explore the possibilities?
My eyes, my lips, my hands have all grown idle and don’t we know how idle hands are the devil’s playground. What then shall we make of these violent delights that only star crossed lovers fall prey to? Split seconds are all we need to inspire the most beautiful chaos and when our eyes meet again you feel it too.
C. Stephens