Through My Eyes

I was nervous.

I didn't know what to do.

I didn’t know what to say or really how to act.

Hell, I felt like a virgin all over again as I stood before him. I could feel my body convulsing; shaking as my knees weakened to the idea of what was to come ran rampant through my mind like a runaway train.

Yet he stood before me unmoving. Staring at me intensely, knowing what to do and how to fulfill the yearning desires of women such as me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as I continued to gaze deeply into his brown shimmering eyes from across my bedroom.

“Nothing,” he said, “just taking in your sweet curves as I burn the image of you in my mind,” he said as I turned my head away, blushing to his words as I felt the blood inside me heating over, feelings I thought were long since dead began to boil to the surface once more.