Fantasy Friday I

so i was thinking about you this morning in the shower.

how if i ever saw you in person i'd slam you against the wall.

i'd be just inches from your face, and i'd watch the reaction in your eyes when you felt my small cool hand slide down the front of your pants.

i'd feel your hot breath, i'd smell your smell...that man smell of cologne, aftershave, deodorant--whatever...

i'd put my other hand behind your head and draw you to my lips.

you'd finally recover from the shock and reach under my skirt.

nothing but skin.

you'd lift me and i'd wrap my legs around you as you whirled around to pin me against the wall for support...

then, as we lay in a sweaty, breathless heap on the floor, you'd say in a ragged, husky voice, "who are you?"