Wouldn’t it be wonderfull if I could just quell the lights down tonight... if I could open up that poor bottle of wine which is lying forgotten in the furthest part of the room and take just a small sip of it... if I could just lean backwards and watch you for minutes and minutes in a perfect silence...

I would watch you diffusing over the big blue chair covering it completely with your shoulders... watch you unloosing the tie like unloosing the springe, taking a breath too deep for my eyes to catch and too quiet for my ears to hear...

Than I would probably offer you to share... the rest of the wine hidden underneath the tongue, the rest of air captured in my breasts, the touch which I could no longer hinder...

Approaching slowly, to avoid unnecessary sounds, I would kneel between your knees... passing, insensibly almost, the fingers over the dark trousers you wear... clambering towards your chin, firm and slightly unshaved after a long day...  touching that tongue of yours, rousing and unbearably soft with just the top of my lips... staring into your eyes as I liberate buttons...one by one... on the bright yellow shirt that you were wearing today... descending along with the fingertips, those wine flavoured lips... respiring you sharply...

The lights would still be dancing somewhere near the window as you would gravel your hands with my hair... but I would not be able to perceive them any longer... focused on your breath... heavier each time you feel kisses declining from your neck, to chests wide and powerfull, down the abs gently trembling underneath the skin... you wouldn’t say no as I would encroach for your trousers... neither you would forbid me to continue...

Mouth full of wine, cold and warm at the same time I would embrace you... feeling the squirms, feeling the tension in your almost white fingertips firmly strikeing the arm-rest of the chair...

Gentle blow over the surface... with my eyes nailed to yours... with my hand drawing the abstracts over your skin... and the tongue going back to the firm warmth of you...

It would last for ages... and I wouldn’t allow you to stop me... playing with your desire over and over again...until the very moment that you completely lose control... and decide that it was enough and that you have played gentleman for too long...

Than... I guess... I would surrender... enjoying the very sight of those pillars of your arms around me... and the mountainlike shoulders asking for a bite...