in my mind

this is a copy of an old post from my old blog (efx2 which then became efx2blogs). in the end, the final incarnation (efx2blogs) went down one too many times for me, so i switched to blogger. i was able to recover most of my older stuff (efx2) from archive.org. some smilies, graphics, and/or links may be missing, but you get the idea.

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my office mate was listening to salsa music and this is the visual i had, thought i'd share it, for what its worth. forgive me if this is a bit choppy. i wrote it on lunch and in between tasks during the day.

i'm wearing a black dress made of soft, flowing material that hugs my curves like roadmap and hits just above the knee. the low cut top shows just enough cleavage to make you weak in the knees. my waist length hair is down and flowing. my make up is flawless - just the right amount of sparkle on the eyelids, the perfect shade of lipstick that makes my full lips look that much more kissable. my french manicure is gorgeous and i'm wearing a few bracelets on my right wrist. not enough to be gaudy, just enough to make a slight jingle jingle when i move my hand just right. my red pedicured toes are accentuated by an anklet, an understated toe ring, and black strappy high heeled sandals. my perfume, a sensous sweet fragrance, is intoxicating. we are dancing and people are staring. staring because we are dancing just a little close. staring because they've been watching us sit at the corner table for awhile now, watching your hand slowly creep higher and higher up my thigh, the same thighs they are seeing a bit more of now as you spin me around and my skirt raises ever so slightly. staring because they've seen you kiss me and bite my lip as you pull away, and seen me sit motionless with my eyes closed for just a second afterward and lick my lips like you've just given me a piece of candy. they've watched me lean in to whisper things to you, showing you more cleavage than is necessary. they've watched your reaction, the fact that you want to hold me down and rip the dress of of me all to obvious. they've watched me back away, giggling, teasing. they've watched us tease each other and now they are watching us tease them.

in the real world:
i'm wearing jeans and a t-shit, grey nikes and my hair is up. no make up, nothing. just me. my back is killing me, so much so that i'm leaving work early.

later peeps!

I'm feeling: in pain Listening to: salsa