Sunday, April 27, 2008

The girl.

Have you ever found yourself impossibly attracted to someone? Someone you felt was far beyond your reach?

I am in such a situation.

Several days a week I work with a woman who tantilizes me. For a very long time I have been attracted to her, but it wasnt until recently that I realized how much. The excitement and anticipation I feel in her presence grows with every day, making my blood boil with repressed sexual tension.

This woman has eyes that light up with her smile, and burn from a fire within. When she smiles at me its infectious, but when shes toying with me or shooting me a playful look, I see a burning passion that she has yet to understand.

I want this woman in a way that I have never felt begore.

My waking hours are filled with lusty thoughts and fantasies ranging from the mundane to perverse. When I am drifting into a dreamy slumber my mind comes alive with memories of her scent, the feel of her skin... and the firey depth of her gaze. I ache for her.

I haven't even kissed this woman, but I find myself preoccupied with the idea. I can close my eyes and see her face, I can feel the warmth of her body as I lean in, I can feel her hair tangled between my fingers... I can feel the pent up tension between us ready to explode at that first physical expression. It's maddening with anticipation, and blissfuly out of reach.

My mind is flooded with flashes of sexual imagery, random snippets of raw sexual expression. I can feel my fingers digging into the tender flesh of her waist.. the gentle curve of her back arching into me... I can taste the sweetness of her skin while my lips caress it. I imagine her head, thrown back, exposing her slender neck in the throes of passion... I can almost feel her fingernails raking into my back. There is too much to describe.

I must cut this short, I'm saving the rest for later. For now, I am going to close my eyes and let my imagination run wild.

1 comment:

SheDevil said...

I find myself intrigued by the passion in which you use to describe this woman. Passion has never been a big part of my own life, at least that kind of passion for another person, instead i bury myself in my hobbies wholeheartedly, passing the time in a semi-amused state of suspension. To sheltered and shy to seek out passion for myself i lie in wait, hopeing that i will someday soon have the kind of passion you write of. im not generally one for many words, so i leave you now, until another day.