Even when out and about performing the mundane task of grocery shopping.
Suddenly, my vision is grabbed as it always is
A tight little butt in too thin leggings With every line defined divinely. as I see her reach for the Cheerios upon the top most shelf on tip toes, I could help her but I like to see her body reaching, So I continue pushing my cart down the aisle.
The next girl Is in full squat In the vegetable section ...
I don't want to be angry but I am. I don't want to punch a wall so I resist the urge and my fists shake with the restraint. I don't want to scream at the top of my lungs so I stifle and muffle the sounds. Like you did long ago. Similar to tying up a bag of crying kittens to throw off a bridge (And I hate that analogy But it fits.) I wanted to be everything to you. Simple enough, right? Your rock Your lover Your friend But you tied that bag tight with lies and deceit and...
Her world is a private dream a myriad complex thing juxtaposed within pains that run deep like a slice with a wicked knife into the fruit of a well worn life that drips it juices onto the floor where others tread its sticky mess.
Yet she floats. Always she floats, above and apart she floats. Wrapped in a delightful viscous vicious violent delicate sustaining way.
She floats. And I, †can simply only wonder when, she will ask me to join her.
You can only look at her and get tongue tied as your mind gets mangled That girl over there in that short skirt wearing those black thigh highs and garters, along with sharp heels that could most definitely hurt.
Oh, and when she smiles, simply sexadorable. A storm walking, dream of a nightmare on the prowl. The sensuosity she exudes, the magicalicious way she crosses the room.
Itís not fair I tell you. No simple mortal stands a chance. For they are all in thrall. Pupils dilated to drink her in. ...