Tara Tainton

It’s a possibility.

His eyes are gentle, soft, and brown. His hair, just long enough for my fingers to reside in.

His body looks strong, sturdy and enduring. His movements are agile, each one considered and conspicuous.

And there it is: the provocative glance, the hidden glimpse that reveals all. That’s my window, the pathway lighted. My invitation has been extended, sealed in a discreet envelope and addressed with focused precision.

My reply is just as subtle. Concealed in my eyelashes, wound in a strand of silken hair.

Yes, he will be the next. A stranger today. Tomorrow, my lover.

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