someharmindreaming:

She saw him first
That number she had always meant to call
Sitting alone at a table
Sipping his coffee
She was in the loud crowd that he was trying to ignore
So she found the number
And she risked a message
And she saw him read it, look for her and wave
And she wanted his eyes on her again
So she sent a flirtier message
While buffeted and trapped by her ribald friends
And his eyes were now fixed on her
And she enjoyed the feeling
And her pulse raced
And he tapped something out
A calculated, risky monologue
Line after line of delicious text
In elegant words, his slow mental stripping of her

Her eyes were on his
Lips atremble
The next message was through
And as she read she flushed pink

And her thighs were opening with the heat