Al2O3 Fri 31-May-19 08:50:43

When you see him tomorrow, manoeuvre so you are directly in front of him. As you get closer open your arms wide and slow your pace down so you are literally running in slow motion, suspended in air momentarily as each foot gently engages the ground lifting you up, your hair, your breasts moving in weightless motion. The sun behind you, creating a halo of early morning gold around your flaxen hair, tiny drops of perspiration glinting like gold-encrusted diamonds in that soft morning sunlight, bounce off your skin, and he sees you. This woman, her sculptured figure, but alive and hot and moving, and gorgeous, desirable. As you get closer, you look in each other’s eyes. You see he wants you. He sees you know he does, then he is committed, captured by you.



You both stop, your breathing is laboured. Your skin is glowing, your hearts are racing, your eyes are moving over every inch of each other. Promises of what could come.



You feel drawn in to each other. A strange sensation beyond your power is physically bringing you together. Your fingers touch, his thigh is pressed into yours, your leg is wrapped round his knee, your breasts are touching his heaving chest. Your sweat is mingling together and you are locked.



This only came to pass because in your complete focus on him you forget to spot his miniature schnauzer on a long lead, which, in its confusion to protect its master, has run yapping circles round you both, unwittingly bonding you. Now you hear it, above the chill out music.....yap yap yap



Yap....yap....yap...yap......