“She can do what no one else can.”
The color matters because it reminds me of a teacher. Demanding yet pleases the mind with structure. Neatly it rests in a tight skirt or a pant. However, my eyes go to one place as an assistant talks about a busy day. Carefully drawn into each hole the buttons become like glue. I watch as each movement causes anxiety and my mind to wonder. Unable to deal with the pressure, I watch the buttons explode. Now a division of lust captures my mind causing weakness in my lips. Playfully, I wonder about the shape of her breasts and how my tongue would react. As I fight hard against arousal, she suddenly buttons her blouse then asks me if I’m okay.