Angles

[Be****]

You tilt your head at an angle, staring back at me across the room

I can't tell what you're thinking and have long since ceded control. I'm lying somewhat contorted stretched waiting, not knowing if you will return. I wasn't expecting you this morning (or any morning), a fresh face flirted with, expecting no return.

Another fake I concluded but pretty all the same. For once no. I was mistaken and now you're here to play your game.
Your slim figure silhouetted as you reach the table by the window causes further stirrings. Please come back.
You reach amongst the toys laid out in the light, some causing sharp reflections as you move and take your choice. You turn now, your sweet smile sliding to mischievous grin as you slink across the room, I can't see what you're holding till it pauses, pressing against my skin, cold steel warming against the puckered flesh.
A gentle drool drop lubricates the mix and you slowly slide within.