The Breath of Life
It was late at night when he decided to go walking, trolling some might call it. Far past midnight, yet the air was still warm as it brushed against his face. He was beginning to get anxious when he finally saw me. I was alone and obviously impaired by some sort of substance as I wobbled down the dimly lit sidewalk. My long legs were accentuated by the denim mini-skirt I had paired with thigh-high black boots. And the blue shade of my tank top heightened the beauty of my eyes, played up with dark mascara and heavy eyeliner. As he walked toward me I met his gaze and instantly flashed a smoldering, flirtatious smile that touched my deep eyes. I maintained direct eye contact for one. . . two. . . three seconds and that’s when he decided I wanted him. Apparently I was asking for it, and he had every intention of giving it to me.