I sit across the table from you drinking a glass of wine.
I listen to you with my ears as well as my heart.
I hear not only what you say, but what you try to hide.
I stroke the inner vein of your wrist tracing the vein up your arm.
I reach across and brush the hair from your eyes,
kissing you gently, lightly biting your neck.
I whisper in your ear that I want you.
You stiffen but don't pull away.
Your breathing quickens, your lips moisten and you shyly smile.
I write my name with my fingers on your wrist.
I tell you to give me your panties, that I don't want anything coming between us.
You pause then you reach under the tablecloth and remove them.
I take them and smile, smelling your scent on them feeling a dampness on them.
I pay the check and take your hand
and together we leave.