I dotted.
You turned to look at me
With those large, fearful eyes,
And I dotted harder; slow,
Rhythmatic dots, deep in my throat.
The twinkle in your eye told me
That you were thinking something,
And slowly, I pelvic thrusted my
Way toward you, dotting more
Furiously now, heart racing.
I neared you, and the crowd seemed
To blur; to disappear.
It was only us, you staring so hard the
World should have exploded.
We both wanted each other, and a
Low dot escaped my throat.
Cautiously, you stood, backing against
The counter a little, appearing about ready
To simply leap over it, toward the window.
But I was there, grasping your wrist,
Wiggling my eyebrows in a way
I hoped was alluring.
At first, you stared and stared and stared
And stared and stared so long that I was sure
Time had frozen, leaving your eyeballs unmoving.
But then you blinked, and I took that as a sign,
Crushing my lips against yours,
Arching my back...
Dotting against your kiss.
It seemed to last forever, but also,
For only a second.
I was satisfied, and I pulled away, kooking
As I turned on my heel and strode out of the room,
Leaving you with nothing.. but the memory of my dots.
