Like a Stranger

Sitting in the dark, I'm up to something devilishly wild, or I would be, if only there was someone to tempt or to tease. Not the loving, tired, rushing husband who has predicted my every move. I don't want to go to that humdrum place of paperwork, health food, and sleep. No, I'm looking for that bold stranger I'm oddly comfortable and yet slyly, slinkily powerful around. I'm looking for the man I sink to my knees for, the man who's ready to try as many tactics as it takes to get me flat on my back, or better yet, on my hands and knees, crawling, begging, licking up whatever tidbit I can get. Yes, I'm looking for the swift and sudden, the unusual, the grab and the shove. I'm looking for danger, for temptation, for the racing pulse, and for the guarded, heaving body I love.