I glanced at your face, seeing it sunlit in all it's beauty and grace. Things just pop into my head.. what about your body, does it matter glancing at it too? Does it have curves underneath that embraces the contours of your femininity? Would my mind figuratively and literally mind-fuck itself into creating a whole new scenario wherein we already know each other?And by that, I mean knowing each other's secrets as well..
I would love staring at your face, and your body for a longer time.. but somehow i knew that you would recognize me doing it and that would make you uncomfortable.. I never intend it to make you feel that way.. but it also felt like the moment you begin to realize that I'm glancing at your body, your face... You'll know what I want. You'll know that you'll want it too.. Like all the women I have met and lusted before.. i want to make you feel special too.. Till my next post..
