Steam combined with shaving oil as my razor licked my legs clean of hair... I caught myself in daydreams, wanting you... wondering where your tongue would roam tonight.
I stepped from the shower and dripped dry on the mat, convinced that in one short hour, you would be here. Would we shower together tonight?
At six fifteen, I finally dressed myself in the hunter green silk nightgown I had bought for the occasion. When my smooth legs rubbed against the fabric, it seemed as if my entire body were spun of silk.
"Do you like silk?" I wondered aloud.
Almost six thirty.
The candles were lit; the deep voice of BabyFace warmed the dim corners of the room, and I waited in the flickering darkness for you.
Quarter 'till seven:
"Well, so you're a little late," I reasoned... Maybe you're just on your way...
I pick up the phone and dial the number without needing to look it up, but the ringing echoes in my ears without your voice to halt the mimicking.
Seven thirty:
Still waiting. Still alone.
