When I look across the table
I see the blue in your eyes,
your hands on the table top,
that raised brow, that smirk,
and I want to reach out
pull you across that surface,
slick with beer and condensation.
I want to put my hands
all over you
on top
below
inside your amazing body.
I want to push your jacket
off your shoulders and press
my hands to your ribcage and bite
the corner of your smile.
I want you to laugh at how
desperately I need you out
of your clothes and your eyes
are on mine and your bra strap is sliding
down and I can't hear
anything over the sounds of
our breath and there's a hitch
in yours when I reach between
your legs and who cares where
we are and who cares who is
watching, all I see is you.
... I've gotten so
lost in my daydream that
I don't even hear you
call my name but your
hand on mine sends a shiver
through me when I imagine
it between my legs and pauses
my breath.
Your eyebrow lifts
but you don't say
anything.
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