As I stepped inside the room,
White noise, and party vroom,
Long legs in blue jeans,
Tight butt and muscle sheen,
A serious face and eyes so green
were busy watching me.
Our eyes caught and held,
locked in bliss eternal.
A message passed.
An invitation sent.
Nothing unasked.
Nothing fraternal.
He stepped my way
And I stepped his.
Three steps each way.
He took my hand,
And current flowed
Up my arms and down my toes.
Still his eyes spoke to mine,
Tummy fluttered,
Words unuttered
One moment was all it took
For bedroom eyes
To whisper sex divine.
About the Creator
Tessa Schlesinger
My first articles were published around 1962/3. It's a long time ago. Since then, I have written most things. I'm once more changing direction - back to fiction.
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