His pen glided across the page, eyes glazed and distant as he scribbled. The buzzed feeling running through his veins was slowly diluting and his hand slowed with each passing minute. He leaned back against the cabinet and dropped his pen to the floor beside of him. A smile creased his tired face as he gazed upon a beautiful sketch of a girl. Not just any girl. The girl he saw outside of the coffee shop the day before. They hadn’t spoken, but they exchanged a look. The look? He only hoped so. Damn, did he hope so… Leaning his head back on the cool wood, he closed his eyes and replayed the scene in his head.
He had just finished a deal, well, a “pick up” from his supplier and was on his way home to prepare the merchandise for customers. Taking his usual route home, he passed the coffee shop that doubled as a used book store. There were three wire patio tables out on the sidewalk. The first was occupied by two old ladies clutching cups of coffee and reminiscing about the past fifty years. The second was stuffed with teenage girls, giggling and sipping loudly on iced mochas, extra mocha. They had stolen the extra chairs from the old ladies and from the solo guest at the last table so they could all hunch over the same cell phone and poke fun at an ex-boyfriend and his new arm candy. He rolled his eyes and pressed forward, his eyes falling on the last table for much longer than the first two. A smile began to form as he met her gaze and he nodded to her a, “hello, stranger.” She responded with a slight tip of her coffee mug in his direction and a smile that nearly turned him into a puddle right there on the concrete in front of Old Miss Mae’s Bookstore and Coffee Bar. He coughed, quickly turned away, and kept moving, unable to get her hazel eyes out of his head and the way the morning sunlight made them shimmer…
642 Things to Write About – Irresistible temptation
The way his hands feel resting on my waist.
The way his eyes are so soft looking into mine.
The way his smile lights up the dark bedroom.
The way his lips look so rough yet feel so soft.
The way his teeth bite my lip in the gentlest of ways.
The way his body gets tense when I reciprocate.
The way his breath feels against my neck.
The way his pulse quickens.
The way his breath grows heavy.
The way his brow furrows.
The way his sweaty forehead feels against mine.
The way we smile and laugh at each other.
The way we could lie there for hours not saying a word.
The way we love each other.
The way I admire him when he is not looking.
The way I smile like a fool.
The way I cannot stop myself from loving…
Watch out guys, Mathilda is about to smother you in cheesy words that her heart can’t help but ooze out of her fingertips.
He's a challenge
With the way he stares so blankly
Yet seems to have a million things on his mind
It keeps me on my toes
It keeps me guessing
His face says intimidating
The rumors warn me
Don't come any closer
But, I ventured too close
I ignored the words of the drunk tongue
To find out for myself
I got caught in the barbed wire they warned me of
But it wasn't the same
Where I expected to be cut
Where I expected to bleed
Where I expected to be betrayed
When I expected to cry
Was in turn a gentle caress
A kiss on the nose
A quirky smile that made my heart melt into a puddle of cliche love songs
Kisses so sweet
Arms so strong
So capable of destruction
Calling so loudly to my own that they have gone deaf and refuse to part from his
Still so new
Shiny like a penny
I will hold him close
Keep him safe
Polish and cherish him
So we never grow dull