The Observer

he sat in front of me
eyes looking sweetly
suspense-filled breathing
candid anticipation
he is a gentlemen
honest intentions

i observed

i could see it in his eyes
asking for what I simply couldn't offer
not at this time
maybe not ever
appearing understanding
sympathetically intrigued
perhaps a grain of truth in his look

is this another scene
from the playwright
the director
the actor

i observed

i did try to imagine my mouth against his
the moistness of his breath near my skin
his fingers touching my spine
a trail of saliva on my neck
exploring the oral tools of teeth and tongue
into and out of my body
grabbing the back of my hair in anticipation

i observed
giving space
allowing everything
yet, felt nothing