Ever watch a raindrop fall from fifty thousand feet in expectation of the shattered symphony to follow?
That’s how it feels – watching your mouth as you devour my face.
Blue eyes make quick work of the tedious matter, moving down the skin of my neck to my too tight sweater. I let you unravel every thread and watch your pursed lips. I lick mine.
Nothing to say as I turn and retreat. But I take my time until I feel your gaze on my shoes. Goodbye – they answer in frantic footfalls.
As if you ever dare to chase me.