She takes a seat, crisp cotton against her skin. Hands pulling material as not to leave a crease. The seams on her stockings ruler straight from ankle to thigh.
The chatter, mumbled insignificant noise it doesn’t reach her. The condensation on her glass forming tiny pools of temptation on her fingertips. Long gentle strokes full of sensuality.
He watches, he’s the reason she exists. She tastes him without touch, from across every room she tastes him. He stains her lips constantly.
Glances so subtle that make her flesh ache, he’s the master of every second that passes. She lifts her glass to her lips….she tastes him.
She watches him. She loves watching him. How his eyes move over her penetrating pinpricks of lust down her spine. Pain so beautiful so exquisite, so his and hers alone.
Meet me here. Away from the safety of our beautiful walls. Let me see you in another light, let me devour you without words.
Let us always be this. Underneath every mask let’s always be who we are. Beautiful, undefined, ravenous and true.