Pulse.

Is it supposed to feel like this?

i see you walk by, glide by, soar by and I

Pulse.

I hate you.

You make me nervous.

I have a man.

Pulse.

And I love him.

And here you are exactly how I pictured you would be.

In the flesh. Your flesh. On my flesh. Beautiful blend of flesh and sweat and nightmares.

And I fucking love him, damn it.

Pulse.

My mind. My mind has left this bar hours ago and gone home.

My mind is in bed, curled up next to my man, kissing him softly on the ear and whispering,

You are the only one for me while he sleeps soundly,smiling soundly, secure.

But my body.

Pulse.

Is standing right next to you at the bar.

Pulse

Arched back like a pouncing cat, grinning at you, at you, at you.

See me.

Feel me.

Pulse.

I hate you tall dark chiseled demon.

I will have you or so help me god,

so help me,

Pulse.

Do me this one favor…

Do Me.