Naughty

Clad in a spaghetti strap brown top and wholesome cotton panties
that accentuates my thighs and hugs the mouth of my upper legs!

With my hair drawn back and torso thrust forward comfortably in a one piece cushioned furniture
Tucked under a grilled and shaded window as dusk surrounds my timid soul like dew
Dew melting to steam as it confronts the heat of the room, of my body,
of the lap top?

With the glare of this wide screen technology as my company
My lips slowly visits the mouth of a water bottle; allowing every sip to stream down my throat to replenish thought and revitalize imagination

My passion is my focus
Beads of sweat trickle down by neck and flood the bridge of my nose
Feet clasped and panties neat
What on earth is causing this heat!!

Maybe it was wrong… but I invited a feeling
That flung my “guards” straight through the ceiling
I sprung up in effort to restore composure
Frantic, I sat down…
I gripped the furniture

Tossing and twisting… tossing and twisting

Deep puffs of air released insanely
But something……. is still not clear to me!!
As I heard voices grew in volume…you see
Close and strikingly familiar faces were clear and lively

Like the view of fishes through a Windex cleaned aquarium
Like sunshine after a rain storm…

The room was as bright as day
and I shifted for comfort in a another panty

and absorbed the conversation in a tone so gaily

then it occurred to me…
I was having a writer’s fantasy