A work in progress

He had on blue jeans with a black coat
looked like a man with a past
can tell by the  look in his eyes
hard stare
He stood by the bar babysitting his drink
watching the pretty girls dance to the beat
never looked my way
I wasn't dancing
I was watching him
captivated by the way he swirled his liquor around in his glass
taking tiny sips whenever he thought someone did something funny
hiding his pearly white teeth he was

there was something about him
it wasn't just the secrecy
or the way he licked his lips before he talked
not that
that just made me want to take him into the stall and fuck him
nothing fancy just have him give me a good old fashioned stand up fuck

Putting his glass down he asks for a beer this time
and finally sees me
stares at me and tilts his head then gives me an awkward smile
I smile back and decide it's to walk up to him
he watches me walking towards him with the bottle of beer to his mouth
Never taking his eyes off mine
"Hello"
Hi, he whispers
shaking  his hand I feel a rush through my body and I still
we lock eyes
My turn to lick my lips
this guy is gorgeous
exchanging names
and we shared some small talk about the game on the TV set
I can't take my eyes off his mouth
And I have this urge to be in his arms
overwhelming me
So I ask him to dance
He agrees
slow song playing
we dance so close
our hands entwined between us
his loose hand on the small of my back making circles with his thumb

I tilt my head up to look at him
and he says with his husky voice
you smell so good
how come I've never seen you here before
my reply you weren't looking
I come here every Friday
I've seen you
you stand there and never talk to anyone you just watch
never looked my way until today
He pauses to digest what I just said
"I see"  he says
leaning my head on his chest
I hear his heart beat
It's foreign to me
I'm so used to the only heart beat I hear being my own
that I start to panic
quickly I make up an excuse and head for the door

Outside I'm sweating madly gasping for air
I get into the first taxi I see and head home
after a long shower I start to thinking
It all ended so fast
the dance
stolen glances
the thoughts of his hands on my body where driving me mad
making me damp for his touch
those grey eyes branded me
and I cant get his scent out of my senses
He is dangerous and I want him
I don't just want to play with him
I want to keep him
scary I haven't wanted someone this bad in a long time
Shaking this off I stand and say to myself
"Gigi wake up
you don't know this man
he is a stranger
A fine stranger but that's besides the point
He may be married or seeing someone
get a grip and go to sleep"

funny feeling I'll be dreaming of grey eyes and full lips
instead of trying to sleep I grab a book and decide I'm never going back there again
I will be a hermit in this here house and read love stories until my pillow is soaked with tears




(To be finished later had to place it here for now. I have my reasons, thanks for any help given xoxo cz)