A LTTLE BIT OF IVEY

A LTTLE BIT OF IVEY

Monday, March 21, 2011

MY TYPE

Placing the chairs side by side we sit and turn to face each other.  We are moving in sync without thought.  It's been this way all night.  He asks me something but I don't hear the words.  My eyes are soaking in his appeal.  After a simple minute he reaches down and pulls my chair, closing the mere one inch gap between us.

    OK that was sexy.