Your hands
I see them first
Long, tapered fingers
So sure, so sensuous
Your fingers holding the tuna
As you slice through it
My first thoughts
Make me blush
I want to be that food
I want to be touched
The way you touch it
I want you to slice me open
Arrange me
Take me into your mouth
Become one in your body
I await you in my room, in the dark
No lights, don’t want others’ stopping by
This is to be our night, finally
No more guessing, no more holding back
My passion for you is huge and deep
An encompassing wave of anticipation
Imagining you arriving washes over me
The earth literally moves under my feet
I listen to my heart pound louder and louder
I feel the tickle of butterfly wings dancing in my belly
I am giddy, I am ready, I am going crazy
I hear footsteps and they stop at my door
I hold my breath as I watch the doorknob start to turn
Inspired by The Daily Post Daily Word Prompt: anticipate
What is it about you?
I cannot let you go.
I feel pulled towards you
no matter what you do
(or don’t do) to me.
This attraction I feel for you
is magnetic…hypnotic…
(it’s…pathetic!
That’s it, no more!
You are dead to me!
Just say no! Walk away!)
God, I love the way your cheeks flush
That little curve at the side of your mouth
Those shining eyes that sparkle wickedly
You’re so funny, and smart…
Hey – what are you doing later?
Me? Oh, nothing. Yeah, I can meet up late tonight.
Sure. I’ll be waiting for you. I’ll be there. Waiting.
(How did that just happen again?)
Inspired by The Daily Post Daily Word prompt: magnetic
Hello, Mr. Firemen.
I know you are doing serious work out there.
Thank you for all that, by the way.
Putting your lives at risk, saving lives.
All of it.
But mostly, I want to thank you for what happens to me when I see you guys in your uniform.
(I hope I don’t seem shallow.)
I just go weak at the knees – I literally swoon
And that is pretty phenomenal.
Doesn’t even have to be the full uniform…
I like best when you’re around the firehouse sort of half-dressed like this.
I don’t mean to make you feel like sex objects or anything.
I know you are more than your uniform or your job.
But, just, thank you.
I promise not to linger too long.
I know you’ve got a job to do.
I’m happily married, after all.
Just saying thank you from the bottom of my heart.
OK, yeah, I better move along.
See you tomorrow!
Inspired by The Daily Prompt Daily Word: uniform
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