11/06/2009
Just the sight of her, and his whole being craved her touch.
She was as beautiful as the celestial sky, and totally oblivious to the fact that she had left him like a deer before oncoming headlights, standing there mesmerized by the subtle twinkle of the stars in her eyes and aspect.
He longed to know her name and aspirations, longed to know each well- kempt secret which might have hidden beneath the thin layers of fabric which accented every movement of her delicate form.
He was too nervous, perhaps, to say so though. Talking to her, he laughed, might be like a man approaching a god.
There was nothing he could say which might describe what moved within him as he spoke to her; or which might foretell how nimble and deft his touch would feel against her skin; no way he could show, she could trust his intentions, knowing, she did not know him before this very moment.
He was trying though, hoping she were self- confident and unafraid, and at least had told her.
He was taking a chance, saying to hell with the repercussions, for what could life be without chances; desiring her as he did, what would he be without asking.
There was always the possibility that, instead of saying no, she might not pass it away.
What if, she craved the adrenaline in it too and might offer him her number. What if there were times when she too, needed to be wanted, or had held a void for a long time, only a touch totally devoted to her might tinder.
Then...to keep up his part, he would come to her, offering all his attention, to her giving her fully his time, no matter how long she might need, and suppresing his own needs till hers were time and again fulfilled.
It was totally up to her after all, if she could find a way to meet or give him her number.
He knew she was worth it.
She knew he awaited the next step, and would return, or enjoy to hear her answer.
At least though, he had thought her enchanting, and in these words, had let her know.