Fantasy Friday II

as i turn off the shower, the doorbell rings.

I wrap a towel around myself and hope it's someone i know.

you're standing there with a big box under your arm, dressed in brown.

(what can brown do for me? i'm asking myself suggestively)

so taken aback by the beauty of you, i forget to warn you that when i open this door a big pile of snow is going to fall on you. stupid house. (god bless it...)

you are startled and swear under your breath.

i fumble an apology and invite you in to dry off.

against the rules, you murmur

but you're all wet...I say. and cold...

your eyes tell me the rules are made to be broken, as you step across the threshhold into my warm kitchen.

there is a moment of awkward silence, and then you say, do you have a towel?

without a word i hand you the one i'm wrapped in.

slowly, you dry your hair, taking in the view.

you drop the towel and step closer.

you should probably throw that shirt in the dryer

i reach up and begin to unbutton your shirt.

the phone rings, startling us both.

i reach over and unplug it.

grabbing your waistband, i pull you to me for a deep, hard kiss.

stepping out of your pants, you lower me gently to the table and show me exactly what brown can do for me.

thank god for table cloths...