its funny how the mind wanders to obscene places

when confronted with confined spaces



the soft scent of lavender

had my eyes casting awkward sideways glances in the silence

tangled amid gloden strands of amber

that shined eerily in the florescent light

like a mishaped halo



a flutter of lashes pulled my gaze

to eyes too pale a blue to be left unnoticed

but her lips held my fascination

full and soft with dew drop kisses glinting invitation



but a strategically placed v-neck sweater beckoned my eyes lower still

to milky skin and the supple curve of breasts


I wonder if she sees me looking?
I wonder if she sees the envy in my eyes?
I wonder what it would be like to caress all that perfect flesh?
I wonder if she can smell the lust?


I wonder why the hell its taking so long to get to the 5th floor and how long will it take once i leave this small space before I forget her perfect little face?


oh how the mind wanders in sick little fascinating ways
while battling the mundane of our day to day