Nothing sinister, their just thoughts. Thoughts that might make me the bitch of a prisoner named Butch. Thoughts that will make me a nuisance to the general public. Thoughts that might get me exiled. Just thoughts...
I sat there looking at her, as she spoke with a tone of risqué. Not the type of lady I would find myself painting the town red with, but the type of woman I would most certainly find myself sitting across the dinner table with, at seven in the morning, listening to the awkard silence caused by the previous nights events. My coffee: probably warm, taking sips that echo around the atmosphere...definitely awkward.
This is all just a thought as her voice became nothing than a background dialogue, like an extra pretending to have a conversation in a sitcom. My thoughts were the ones guiding my eroticized eyes on her...on her body. The things that I can, but can't imagine doing. Reason being; it's just not right.
A great woman once said: "When modern woman once discovered the orgasm, it was combined with birth control, perhaps the biggest single nail in the coffin of male dominance."
We all have people we wanna knock heads with, but for the time being, we are able to control the salacious minds we poison and restrain our sexual weapons.
Like I said, just thoughts...
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