::10:21:07::

::: You want me. Don't you :::

Even though you sit there calmly
with the tip of your pen in your mouth
I can tell that you want me...
Your fingers are a tad too tight on the tube
of metal.
Your intake of breath a touch too fast
and
that ever so slight flush at your neck.

Your eyes are kept down...
ostensibly studying the paper before you
but
its just a blur because
my scent fills your nostrils making you
slightly twitch with the need to reach out
and pull me to you.
Well sir...do it...yes do it...
because...
you know you want me....
and...
guess what...?
I want you too....

Copyright Catherine Anne Hayes © 2006

Written by: ~ Catherine Anne Hayes