I’m no different
An after glow of
shiny teeth, framing their
smiles and housing seductive
giggles.
Eight ladies, in different
shades of hair and skin
portraying lust, hushed tones
and secret sins.
Listening to the excitement
a small party behind the wall
A birthday or something.
My mind wonders off, and
I can’t help but thinking:
‘Are they doing it?’.
Coffee pool
After a long, particularly dreadful day, I sometimes start seeing things that aren’t there. Nice things. Extraordinary things. This afternoon, with the sun low on my face, making it impossible to see the screen in front of me, I was very happy to find a miniture version of the girl I secretly worship, floating gently in my coffee.
There is something magical about a girl skinny dipping. The sense of doing something exciting, something you can get caught doing, seems to give just that extra glow over her face. Her hair was wet (she’d just dived down and resurfaced, like Neve Campbell in the ‘Wild Things’ pool scene) and she looked at me. A naughty smile over her lips, and hunger in her eyes.
I glanced over my shoulder to see if anyone else was looking. The looking part is not so interesting, it would however be a shock if they saw what I was seeing.
My coffee nymph is resting now, her arms casually leaning over the edge of my mug. Her head tilted backwards, as if she is sunbathing in the sunlight, reflected from my screen. With her feet, she causes small waves, and every now and then, I see a tiny bit of nipple. Or a toe. Or her belly button, like miniature shot glass filled with my favourite poison. I swallow. Audibly.
She looks at me, and whispers: ‘I’d like some sugar in my coffee…’