WHEN I WAS YOUNG...
i met a man via internet. i was completely drawn to him. his appearance resembled that of every single man i've ever loved. he was a ******, just like me. i figured, why not? i messaged him and [later that night] met him for sushi & drinks. dangerous? yes. slutty? probably.
in any case, we'll call him West. West was an older man, significantly older than me. his eyes were the shape of the moon & the color of moss. his hands were long & thin, but tough. we went to a strip club to drink their abundant supply of whiskey. i was watching the women move around the small mirrored stages. shaking their hips in a sexy slow rhythm without actually believing that they, themselves, were sexy at all. after feeling awkward/inadequate...i signaled to him from across the club that it was time for us to leave. so we went to his favorite little local spot. i smoked a bowl with his friend & a gypsy stranger before tearing up the dance floor. he moved a lot better than i had hoped. i was watching his hips & the way he carried a melody through them. needless to say, i wanted him for mine.
the second we got back to his place, i asked to bathe. i do this when i want someone to feel sexually comfortable with me. i never realized how coy i was until i already had him... locking eyes with me... shaking his paper denim down to his toes... & kicking it to the other end of the bathroom. he sat on the opposite side of the massive bathtub. we talked about how we didn't want to talk about anything. he pulled the plug & wrapped a towel around me while the tub sucked out the last bits of bubbles.
after tumbling through his brand new bedding, we had a smoke on the porch. we were silent while we twitched from the amazing activities we had just indulged in. he held my hip bones like a steering wheel & kissed me deep. his mouth was soft from biting my skin just minutes before. i swore to myself that this was just a rendezvous...but those eyes... they just... his mouth... i... god damnit.
