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I sit, feet flat, then shifting, perseverating the flow of thoughts from my brain down through my leg, more then the heat of my toes in my socks in my shoes but 9 inches away from you. I struggled, the urges constantly bombarding my senses. Do they know how we perform? How well we behave? Talking and words and mouths and tongues and saliva all down to reverberations of desire and inclination. I breathe with labor distracted by the scent of you surrounding me. I inhale and suddenly you are inside me, up and into my senses, down into me, lifting my lungs, dizzying all sensibility. Light blue socks peeking out from under those little well worn mary-janes up to symmetrically draped khaki�s and a leg crossed at just the right angle, through the hip that leans towards me. The wrist hangs tauntingly waiting for the hand to take action and let the fingers implement the writing of a beautiful mind. Cuffs unbuttoned, informal, but classic to the lines that vertically articulate a neckline made to dismantle all of my coherence. Revealing the perfect arch of flesh and subtle curve accented by the presence of a small metallic blossom of blue and green. The clavicle ledge pulls me into the hollow of which I long to surrender to. Muscle, bone, and tissue forming and supporting the bowed head focused on the work of the hour. Slender neck, vulnerable and powerful; dark hair falling intentionally casual across and up � the ears only half exposed, but enough to reveal the small silver hoop with blue lines. The shine and the depth of which are no match to the framed dark eyes I shy away from for fear of giving away the act. The mention of your name and my heart accelerates. I look toward you, but beyond you for fear of meeting those eyes that speak softly of a far off dark continent.

Jaw clenched, hands busy, I force myself to focus on anything that can restore my attention to the mundane. But I feel the heat of the body to my left, less than an arm�s length away. Desperate, I seek safety; my hand on my leg, my hand on my desk, my hand in my pocket, anything to keep from touching you.

I exhale, regaining some composure of myself.

In due course, I breathe in � and suddenly, and overwhelmingly - you intoxicate me.

And once again, I am lost.

I love you. 1