alone in a bar....
his eyes staring at me ....
with intent and desire....
while I could not contain myself....
I longed for him to quench my inner thirst with his slippery tongue ....
and irrisistable looks....
the night was young ....
and the temps ran high....
and at the very last hour ....
I got up and walked out with him through the back door
Copyright Rosie Fielding2013
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