Missed Your Connection W4M
You come in to my drugstore several times a week, if I'm lucky. You get in line, if there is one, and when you get up to the counter it seems you're either excited to see me or you just have a huge package. You get so close to the counter that it seems to just slide up there as if it were a package you were delivering to me rather than something you were waiting to cash out on. I'd like to cash it in for all its worth.
Either way, I wish I could say something other than "Do you have a ValueSaver's card?" You always leave me quite speechless. Biting my tongue. Wishing it was something else fleshy between my teeth. Feeling the way the flesh gives then doesn't and knowing the thickness is no comparison to what I'd feel if it were you.
Why don't you say something to me? I'm darker skinned than you are so maybe that makes you think I wouldn't be interested.
Well, sir, I'm a woman and I can clearly see that you are all man! If you have any more packages to put on my counter, I'd love to take one home and unwrap it with my teeth!
DEAR Awaiting:
It is me. You've found me on CL. What do you know? I do look at you from behind the candy aisle. I watch you while I shop but I'm not really shopping. Your brown hair and brown eyes and perfect olive skin seems to ooze right through the air right into my pores. Your eyes look right through me. I breathe in your Indian spice ... Vetiver? ... when I'm approaching. I could lick you up off the floor and drink you. Sometimes when you're not with a customer, I know you're watching me come to you even if it's peripherally. You see me but you're not looking at me. I'm looking at you, and I'm growing with anticipation. You know I'm looking. I watch the way you bite your tongue and I yearn to taste the lips you bite as well.