My body is
pressed against the wall,
Grabbing a
corner to steady a potential fall,
Breathless, I
catch your stare on me,
And smell the
ooze from your masculinity.
Immediately, I don’t know
what to do,
Squirm about as a woman
who’s lost her cool.
Like the thief caught
stealing someone else’s shoes,
Or an owl shrieking to an
intrusion; explicit whooos!
Nothing’s spoken
in air heavy yet calm,
And my heart
races in spiked emotional alarm.
I turn to
receive the rest of the room,
And then back
where your eyes continue to loom.
You’re a
formidable man, this I can see,
Rugged,
individualistic from a world that’s “Duty Free”!
You take what’s
desired and within reach,
Which scares the
crap out me, yet my interest peeks.
In confidence,
you step to me in a firm advance,
As a breath
escapes and my mind goes blank.
Slowly sipping
on that glass of white wine,
I
look up to accept your eyes diving into mine...©copywriter Diana Mary Sharpton
References:
1.) Photography: by Ly Son Le
