wine and eyes

wine makes me think crazy thoughts
it makes the cold not hurt as much
my fingers are numb as i type
i can barely make out the words
maybe it's the cold
maybe the wine
who knows......................

all i do know
is what i've known for some time now
i want what i want when i want it
for shame i cannot have it
i want to have my skirt around my waist
wall against my face
my senses focused on your fingers
moving up
my thigh
playing with my eyes
onlookers say

oh hell

but we say

who cares

your eyes turn me on- he says
i'll close them...
my imagination is all i need
your finger tips find
under my skirt
i'm bare

your breathing increases
my unintentional whimper gets louder

tell me what you want
i'll give

you'll give if i ask
i might beg
if you ask

anytime
anyplace
your mouth
anywhere
everywhere
it's too intense for you?

i shudder away the thought

no shirts

skin on skin
they're watching

so

i don't care

me either

i don't care who's around

continue..............................

wine and a look are a dangerous combo for me. i've the tendency for intensity. high intensity. sometimes too much. i don't mean it on purpose. it's just my nature. i can't help it. i want it. i love intensity. i love intense eyes. i do. ohhhh i do. i love exaggeration. i desire it... i long for it. once i get it... i'll want it over and over. so, be careful if you unleash the beast. there is no putting her back in her cage. she'll rampage. she'll terrorize. until you're exhausted. you'll think you've died. i don't think i've known many like me. don't think that'll change. don't think my intensity can be matched... i love an ellipsis. i love to wonder what's missing. i love suspense. humph. i can't wait. but, i must... so, i shall. wait. anxious as ever. desiring more than ever. desirable? maybe.

i want someone to make me beg for it.