Eyes

Eyes

"Don't look at me like that, we are practically family. I see the way you look at me." GUILTY.

She was right, my thoughts were not the purest but she was encouraging the behavior. She has been flirting with me the whole night. The sexual tension is prevalent, her gaze is intense, attention focused, wants to sit besides me, can't stop playing with her hair and she's all touchy-touchy. Surprise, surprise I've turned into Richard Pryor in her presence. She enjoys my attention and seems to want her hands inside of mine. Eyes closed, her head resting on my shoulders, the mood intimate, sweet and close. We are in sync, we are vibrating in unison. Not hard to see why my oxytocin levels spiked and my dopamine went off the charts. I've given it away that I want her. I may be drunk. My actions are all wrong, I've lost control, passive to her aura, lagging like a moving average, she's in control like the driver and I am in the backseat of the vehicle. It's like I am high of love-heroine, floating, hallucinating, hypnotized, in a trance. I have these raging thoughts, to tear off her blouse, drop her panties to floor and penetrate her to the core. We not family, her sister is married to my cousin, that doesn't count, incest implies the same blood. You are not my family. Ain't no way we of the same kind, you are out of this world! Legs created for mini skirts, body advertises lingerie and a face that graces magazine covers. We can fuck and our babies will be beautiful. I yearn to do things to your perfect body, your personality is fire but objectifying you is all that is in my mind. I want you, I've wanted you for a long time. I can't get over how you make me feel. I see it in your eyes, feel it in your energy, I know you want the same thing.