I Have Erotic Thoughts

You on a hot afternoon, the sun blazing down without a cloud in the sky. You're smiling as you hold a tall glass of lemonade in your hand. I hear the ice in it clinking and see the beads of water on it.

You put the glass to your cheek and give me a wink. Then with exaggerated slowness, you take a single sip. You lower the glass to touch your cleavage that your top displays to my eyes. Your eyes watch mine on you as the glass settles between your breasts.