ObSeSSion 2. 3WW

     The middle one drags my heart across the room.

I can't think with her huge rain-gray eyes blinking at me.

  So I don''t look, feign indifference.

In the sofa area downstairs, I gather her wrists in one hand, my other hand

roams her body as if it were on automatic pilot. The scent of honey and jasmine

rises up like an invisible siren and I bury my head in her neck just to keep from

falling over with desire like some dumb kid. I make love to her. Use words that

would make Shakespeare proud.

My tongue penetrates her soft lips, stroking up then down, circling

around and around. She's trembling like a baby bird's heart. I feel powerful

and vulnerable at the same time.

I mumble a request and find myself kissing her eyes beneath the blindfold that

has appeared seemingly out of thin air, I only realize later that it's my necktie.

She's my dream woman. Only two problems: One - I don't know her name.

And two - she may have stolen my cell phone. God, I'm in love.

Shauna M.

3WW