I spy on with my little eye on :
It’s a young couple, married since lessthan ten years.
After dinner, he washes things in the kitchen in a fever
He has something in mind He’s embarrassed He’s turned on
She is on the sofa with a crosswords magazine
She yawns a bit and she yawns again deeper
Here he is he sits next to her on his bent knee
He’s on her side and a little above her
Trying now to help her – with the crosswords
But inside he has something in mind an elesextricity it is
Exciting images flow inside him he can’t stop them
Belly, movements, dance, propositions, smiles
He thus doesn’t know what to do with his own arms, hands
Breathing louder hidden
Having to find a balance between genuine tenderness
(a hand over her shoulder and he should have put some music here)
and genuine horniness
(but not toofar not toofast because he thinks
she’ll beangry she’ll sayno, she’ll say unnodding :
“I’m tired”… “Not today”)
Therefore he asks himself where to put his ownhands
Hands in her hair seems awkward : normally he is not “this” tender, right?
Hand on her thigh could be dangerous triggering a nogesture, a closing
He needs to be on the exact border, between tenderness and his own need of
Belly, legs, movements, dance, propositions, smiles
She is like a weirdbomb for him
A dreamycomplex mechanism to put kindnesscoins in, delicately…
“Try this word, honey : g-e-n-u-i-n-e”
Hey it works! Bravo!
She smiles and writes the word andbut yawns and reyawns deeper
Stares at nothing then yawns too
“Let’s go to bed”
(he’ll try there
…Would I want to date her today if I had never met her?
…Would I want to date him today if I had never met him?