.pomegranate.

i stare at you from 5 feet away. i could reach out and touch you but i wait,
i wait for you to feel my stare and turn to look at me.
and then as if you heard my thoughts, you turn your head,
one eyebrow raises up,
that half smile that makes my heart beat faster
and you blow me a kiss;
those full, pillow lips that i want to kiss and kiss and kiss.
i bit my lip so hard it swelled, compared to my pale pink skin, a dark red.
the taste of pomegranate stains my tongue
your eyes lunge towards me
lashes closing over like black veils
(i know that look)
i think i purposely pout my lips and bite my lip
legs crossed, uncrossed, shifting and smiling
i smell of pink sugar and coconut oil
the fire is rising underneath my skin
i hold this hot tea cup in my hands, in slow movements,
i take a sip
calm and open -
brain begins to digress,
body screaming for sex.