43. ODD-EYED A finger runs down my chest,
Unbuttoning my striped shirt,
Then brushing it off my broad shoulders,
Letting it fall over the floor,
A hand around my waist.
My hand is in her hair,
Unclasping her hair clip to let loose her brown hair,
She doesn’t protest when I touch her,
She just continues to stare at me,
With one blue eye,
And the other decidedly green,
Her hetero-chromia holds me prisoner to an alluring and sensual gaze.
Dim the lights,
Low enough so that you’re comfortable,
But please leave it just high enough so as to not deny me the beautiful view.
Don’t try to hide yourself by wrapping yourself into that blanket,
It’s okay,
You’ve got nothing to be insecure about.
Get closer,
Just until our shadows merge as one,
Until your hands rub against mine,
Rel
