Eyes that meet, steely gazes connecting across the spaces between us.
A spark, a twinkle in the distance with growing, glowing, star power.
Magenetic reaction, irregardless of time and place, or of propriety.
The direct approach? Probably not.
A dance of the mundane to lay the groundwork? Argh, another try, why not?
A fumbling of words, of being polite, being correct.
A smile in return, watching me spin on my hook, caught twisting and searching,
I gasp for air, and another flood of jibberish escapes my mouth.
A lucious laugh. Laughing at me? Perhaps, but they aren’t leaving.
Perhaps they know I’m not good at this? I think it’s obvious, but I can see the points scored for trying.
So enough about me, what about you?
Got the name, think-memorize-etched to the brain.
Pay attention, pay attention….listening, listening…nice body.
No, the words, know the words!
Smile, but wonder why. I don’t know, just seemed the right time to smile.
Listen, make them feel important – read the lips.
Damn, nice lips, quivering, jibbering, laughing, smiling – God I wanna kiss those lips.
I’m sorry what did you say?
Make eye contact, keep the eyes on you, maintain the connection.
Dazzling eyes, sparkling in the lights.
Shining, glittering, taking it all in, soaking me in, drawing me in.
I could fall so deep into those eyes.
They take me in, and keep something hidden from me deep inside their depths.
Keep the connection, maintain eye contact, pay attention.
Actually, its not that hard.
They aren’t looking around, they seem caught in the same web that snared me.
Is this that special connection?
Am I reading too much into it?
Do I really care if I’m making it into something it might not be?
Just go with the flow, soon enough I’ll know.
A slight lean, a tilt of their head.
Their pause, waiting for my next move.
Fumbling or not, I’ll never know if I never try…I dive in.
A peck on the cheek, safe enough and sends the message, so I go for it.
Target in sight, cheek within range, I begin to pucker on all ends.
Faster than the lights, quicker than my sight, they turn.
Lip to lip, more than friendship,
To that, I can be more than hip, at least for tonight.
Fingers find my hand,
My hand finds their body.
Firm, yet sweet to the touch.
Words have ceased, as we both recognize their use has passed.
Caress of lips, lightly brushing and teasing.
A flight of tounges, touching, tantalizing.
Moisture meets wetness, mixing and mingling.
Tounges probing, teasing and tingling.
It’s time to leave the club.
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Author's Note: This was written purposefully without revealing the sex of any persons involved. It was an attempt to write in a way that the reader could adapt to themselves easily and identify with. I wanted to see if I could make an asexual telling of a sexual encounter.
[ 20 February 2002: Message edited by: Hemlock ]
A spark, a twinkle in the distance with growing, glowing, star power.
Magenetic reaction, irregardless of time and place, or of propriety.
The direct approach? Probably not.
A dance of the mundane to lay the groundwork? Argh, another try, why not?
A fumbling of words, of being polite, being correct.
A smile in return, watching me spin on my hook, caught twisting and searching,
I gasp for air, and another flood of jibberish escapes my mouth.
A lucious laugh. Laughing at me? Perhaps, but they aren’t leaving.
Perhaps they know I’m not good at this? I think it’s obvious, but I can see the points scored for trying.
So enough about me, what about you?
Got the name, think-memorize-etched to the brain.
Pay attention, pay attention….listening, listening…nice body.
No, the words, know the words!
Smile, but wonder why. I don’t know, just seemed the right time to smile.
Listen, make them feel important – read the lips.
Damn, nice lips, quivering, jibbering, laughing, smiling – God I wanna kiss those lips.
I’m sorry what did you say?
Make eye contact, keep the eyes on you, maintain the connection.
Dazzling eyes, sparkling in the lights.
Shining, glittering, taking it all in, soaking me in, drawing me in.
I could fall so deep into those eyes.
They take me in, and keep something hidden from me deep inside their depths.
Keep the connection, maintain eye contact, pay attention.
Actually, its not that hard.
They aren’t looking around, they seem caught in the same web that snared me.
Is this that special connection?
Am I reading too much into it?
Do I really care if I’m making it into something it might not be?
Just go with the flow, soon enough I’ll know.
A slight lean, a tilt of their head.
Their pause, waiting for my next move.
Fumbling or not, I’ll never know if I never try…I dive in.
A peck on the cheek, safe enough and sends the message, so I go for it.
Target in sight, cheek within range, I begin to pucker on all ends.
Faster than the lights, quicker than my sight, they turn.
Lip to lip, more than friendship,
To that, I can be more than hip, at least for tonight.
Fingers find my hand,
My hand finds their body.
Firm, yet sweet to the touch.
Words have ceased, as we both recognize their use has passed.
Caress of lips, lightly brushing and teasing.
A flight of tounges, touching, tantalizing.
Moisture meets wetness, mixing and mingling.
Tounges probing, teasing and tingling.
It’s time to leave the club.
=============================
Author's Note: This was written purposefully without revealing the sex of any persons involved. It was an attempt to write in a way that the reader could adapt to themselves easily and identify with. I wanted to see if I could make an asexual telling of a sexual encounter.
[ 20 February 2002: Message edited by: Hemlock ]
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