A grey cloud took away his smile like a gangsta in a movie. I remained calm while sitting on the cold metal chair. He leaned in slightly, revealing dark green eyes with a spit of brown. Unusual in his beauty, I found warmth in his cold demeanor. His questioning tore at my soul yet I wanted more. A tug of war played out as I kept tugging at the rope around my wrists. Loose enough to get away, I sat there like a criminal taking in his powerful words. Then at a crucial point we became silent. He watched my lips tremble as I watched him take a slow drag off the cigar. Breasts emerging from a tight shirt, longed for his touch. Then he said, “You are free to go Miss.”
Crossing paths, I gave you a name.
Wishing one day you will notice me.
In and out of my dreams I cum for you,
Then as the sun rises my dream burns.
Too shy to let our souls kiss,
I keep wishing that you notice me.
If our bodies met, they would be drunk with pleasure.
I bite my lip, knowing we would be fucking awesome together.