blood scratches my skin cover

he’s gorgeous
i mean, honey
he is beautiful

strong, thick arms
broad chest
warm inviting lips
his smile, perfection

he glances at me
i am staring
dear god! i’m staring
but he doesn’t
turn away

i watch his mouth
as he answers his
cell phone,
as he speaks
to a wife or a lover
or boss or something


he looks again
blood scratches my skin
my heart races
he stands
his pants tight

a thousand wicked images
dance across my eyes

and he leaves
without looking

i adjust my mask
pack my laptop
in my backpack
walk to my car
only to find a business card
and a note on the back


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