What can YOU say in six sentences?
There's $2.25 on the table between us on a Friday morning at this dingy diner which is located at the base of the train stop, just a few blocks away from my apartment. I'm making clover patterns on the cracked linoleum surface with various tendered coins because I can't hold his gaze as it is too intense, and I am still feeling too newly broken. Copious cups of coffee and lustful thoughts have aerated my heart and opened my pores to his warmth and the heat of impulsivity.
Her cheeks are blushed and cherubic as she fights to notice how much I want her. Her body appears blanched and dormant beneath the layers of cotton and cashmere that allot only a peek of her décolletage which exposes several beauty marks that seem to have the shape of Orion, minus his belt. I know that she must think that I am helplessly, wantonly, fixated on her breasts but, on the contrary, I can only faintly hear her voice from inside of me as I am dizzily dreaming of what to play so that the notes may instead dance for me and move her to the rhythm of my seduction.
They met here...