I Am Glad People Can't Read My Thoughts

You walk into a room, the cool classy blonde with a smile on your lips. Just for a moment you feel the laughter bubbling up inside of you, waiting to be released. It's a good thing people cannot read your thoughts or they might be a little shocked at how risque they are. The men and women in the room, watch you as you accept a long stemmed glass of champagne. Your heels make a staccato of noise on the marble floor and your turquoise eyes peruse the occupants of the large sunny room, filled with so many people. Elegantly sipping the champagne the bubbles tickle your nose and you giggle slightly. Tossing your golden hair it slides onto your shoulders like a silken curtain. Your mind is so full of everything tonight, you can hardly wait to get home and commence that new story that has been just waiting to be written. Naughty, passionate thoughts, perhaps many people wouldn't understand your very erotic nature and sensual mind. Probably a good thing, you tell yourself, your closest friends and family just might not get what goes on in that over active, creative mind of yours.