I Don't Have a Dirty Mind, I Just Have a Sexy Imagination
[b][c=800055][big]Can't Get Enough Of You[/big][/c][/b]
I see you from across the room, and I'm intrigued. Should I walk over to you? Are you really as good as you look from afar? I cock my head to the side and contemplate you, wondering if you'll be the one to satisfy me, to quench this thirst inside me, or will I just be disappointed like I've been with so many others before you? Will I be back here again tomorrow night looking for one who can satiate this desire?
I take a deep breath and decide to try my luck. I make my way across the room, and I gaze at you. You look good. I like your style; you're attractive, pleasing to the eye, and I'd like to know more about you. I read what I can of you as I look at you and decide I want to know what's beneath the external appearance, if only for this one night, although my heart secretly hopes I'll get to enjoy you again and again. Being bold I use my best pick up, and before I know it, you're heading home with me.
The anticipation inside me is building as we make our way to my front door. I turn the key, unlock and open the door, and we're inside. Just you and me. Where will the night take us?
I take you into the kitchen and get a glass from the cupboard. I set it beside you and look at you once more. I want to open you up and know what's inside. I make a hesitant move toward you, not sure if I'll like you once I get to know you but willing once again to take that chance.
Heading into the living room, I really observe you. I watch how you move, how the light hits you and plays off your features. You're beautiful in the low light of the living room, and my breath hitches as the excitement builds.
You're a feast for my senses, and I cant resist smelling you. I lean into you and draw in a deep breath. You smell so good - spicy and I catch a whiff of lingering cigar smoke. I smile. If you taste as good as you look and smell, I may have found the one I've been waiting for.
I look at you again. I can tell you're ready. I touch you with my lips, hesitantly, only a small taste. Let me savor you. Wow. You taste amazing - exactly what I thought you'd be but so much better. Your scent and flavor linger with me, and I must have more. I'm covetous with desire, so lean in for another kiss. This one is better than the first. My tongue swirls over you, around you, and I'm lost in a heady rush of passion and bliss.
I've found you. You're it. I want you over and over. I don't think I'll ever get enough of you. I'm giddy with the thought that I've finally found one who delivers on the promise. I sigh into you.
Glass in hand, I pour more of you out of the bottle and lean back on the couch, content. Knowing that tomorrow I will be back in that shop to purchase more of you, you delectable, bold, robust red wine.
There's nothing like a great glass of wine!
I see you from across the room, and I'm intrigued. Should I walk over to you? Are you really as good as you look from afar? I cock my head to the side and contemplate you, wondering if you'll be the one to satisfy me, to quench this thirst inside me, or will I just be disappointed like I've been with so many others before you? Will I be back here again tomorrow night looking for one who can satiate this desire?
I take a deep breath and decide to try my luck. I make my way across the room, and I gaze at you. You look good. I like your style; you're attractive, pleasing to the eye, and I'd like to know more about you. I read what I can of you as I look at you and decide I want to know what's beneath the external appearance, if only for this one night, although my heart secretly hopes I'll get to enjoy you again and again. Being bold I use my best pick up, and before I know it, you're heading home with me.
The anticipation inside me is building as we make our way to my front door. I turn the key, unlock and open the door, and we're inside. Just you and me. Where will the night take us?
I take you into the kitchen and get a glass from the cupboard. I set it beside you and look at you once more. I want to open you up and know what's inside. I make a hesitant move toward you, not sure if I'll like you once I get to know you but willing once again to take that chance.
Heading into the living room, I really observe you. I watch how you move, how the light hits you and plays off your features. You're beautiful in the low light of the living room, and my breath hitches as the excitement builds.
You're a feast for my senses, and I cant resist smelling you. I lean into you and draw in a deep breath. You smell so good - spicy and I catch a whiff of lingering cigar smoke. I smile. If you taste as good as you look and smell, I may have found the one I've been waiting for.
I look at you again. I can tell you're ready. I touch you with my lips, hesitantly, only a small taste. Let me savor you. Wow. You taste amazing - exactly what I thought you'd be but so much better. Your scent and flavor linger with me, and I must have more. I'm covetous with desire, so lean in for another kiss. This one is better than the first. My tongue swirls over you, around you, and I'm lost in a heady rush of passion and bliss.
I've found you. You're it. I want you over and over. I don't think I'll ever get enough of you. I'm giddy with the thought that I've finally found one who delivers on the promise. I sigh into you.
Glass in hand, I pour more of you out of the bottle and lean back on the couch, content. Knowing that tomorrow I will be back in that shop to purchase more of you, you delectable, bold, robust red wine.
There's nothing like a great glass of wine!
51-55, F
