The Female Gaze

DISCLAIMER: This has been written on popular demand by my peers. Do not perceive me as a 'ho or 'tharkan'!  

You stand across the floor, a glass half full - half empty. Oh boy! The Reebok shoes, totally to drool over, and the blue semi – body hugging jeans…*drool*…oh, oh, oh…and the totally to die for aqua blue shirt…**I could eat you, if served on a platter** - those hands!! aa imagine them holding my face…those seemingly strong arms!! Oh baby, just pull me to you! How well this shirt defines your torso: oh imagine my hands running all over you! Ah that lop sided grin dancing on your face, so well defines it. And those side glances…oh sweet lord…! This wretched distance!

Oh poor heart! He turns…looks around, and those deeply beautiful eyes come and rest on me, that gaze is tearing me apart, taking me away, away to an ancient land…oh dear lord, pardon me for my cardinal sin…and he stares…my legs weaken. I’ll shatter into pieces if he keeps looking at me like that, and baby you could put me together with those delicate-beautiful and delicious-toxicating hands. And you come to a Holt, right in front of me! Oh, the lioness in me is ready to pounce and grab you by those sinfully-smooth-black hair of yours and kiss you right across those tempting lips…and your lips move, how wonderful would it be to lick them – oh! The delight of the thought, you are saying something but I can’t hear you, ‘m in my own fantastic world by the time I realize I’m nodding in approval of my lucrative and luring world of ‘sweet love’. And then, OH! The touch…I stare (He asks if she’d like to have a drink, while she is building her own castles of love-lust, she nods in approval of her imagination; which he takes as a yes to his question…and takes her by hand.)- and I jerk away. The thunderbolt is dropped on me , I stare, you are saying something again. I feel the sensation of your touch…I feel stupefied. I find myself saying, ‘I want a drink’, I walk in a trance…my poor-wretched heart jumping with delight. I was for water, it does not *normalize* my heartbeat, I ask for tequila…h the burning sensation, one more…I turn, one more…my eyes search for the only ecstasy of my life, ah the sight! One more, and I get up…I glide, I stand right behind him, smelling his delicious- refreshing fragrance, raising a finger I tap on his hard-well formed shoulder , he turns. Oh sweet lord! The lop sided grin. HOLD HIM BY HIS EARS, every molecule of my body is screaming…rip me to shreds. And I grab him. Oh, the maddening sensation. Every touch surprises me. Somewhere…far away…a song started…

            **Take me away, take me away

                 to a secret place…**

A kind of serenity befalls me, you toxicate me, oh baby – oh baby! And before I know what exactly I feel, I feel a oblivion surrounding me!!