EYE CANDY

I close my mouth and try to generate saliva, my mouth feels dry. I have been sleeping in the bus again and I think I have been sleeping with my mouth open...again. God! I wish I could control that (blushing). Anyway, just in time. I look up and see this...this...creation walking out of the bus. Most people will think he is average on the upper side and he is, plus beauty is in the eyes of the beholder but for me he is a sure 9; those broad shoulders, that wide chest, those big strong arms that can't even lay straight on his side and all that leading to a flat belly. ( I have never seen his belly, sob! but I know for a fact that it's flat, no serrated with cubes blush!). At this point am not trying to generate saliva am trying to stop.

Every time he passes by I drift to another world, a savage world where he is playing captor and am the captive.A world where I bend to his will with little or no opposition and if I happened to resist... please!, let me just compare it to seducing fire by placing my naked fingers over it, hoping that it would get helplessly overcome by desire and pull me into it. There is only one other man/boy up to now who has made me feel this way...no..two...yes..two. The first was completely unaware of his mesmerizing power while the other did it completely on purpose. He would have kissed me at that particular moment, in front of a pope, and I swear I would have forgotten the most "holy of men" was standing right beside me.

This is not an amazing feeling...who am I kidding its mind-blowing and if it has a happy ending, am sure it can make you cry. problem is, it is frustrating feeling so strongly about a person who, like Alicia Keys says, doesn't know your name.

I watch him walk of into the distance. Every step heavy, every swing of his body is like he is shoving the wind-strong. I have said so much about his body and not mentioned anything about his face. This is because I do not know how to describe it, but I know if he were to be mine and look at me helplessly with those eyes, I would be speechless and God help me I probably wouldn't understand.

I regard him as a drug that I am better of not experimenting with. He would probably cause me to betray my own body or worse my own country just so that he never looks for another. If he were to reject me I would probably never flirt with a man ever again- I would have deep esteem issues. He is the type of man I would strongly consider taking back 10 minutes after walking in on him with another woman.Normally am sarcastic and quick with the lip service ( my comebacks are ill) but a man who causes me to stutter while I'm talking to him is not my tall glass of wine but my wooden cup of poison.

So am a control freak...wait a minute...I don't think I am. What I like is making sure that the playing ground is even, you have four arrows and a bow and I have the same. If we were to hurt and possibly kill each other at least the fight would be fair. But again I would not mind having the unfair advantage. What? I just really trust myself and am not good at shooting arrows.

I shake off my train of thought and turn to my friend. She had been talking about something and I was just in time to share in the laughter. Acting like I was listening to her the whole time, I smile and we walk out of the bus. A few steps away I turn and look at my muse with a painful tag in my chest. I just know he will forever remain my eye candy, shit!