Chapter 8

Neatly Rolled up sleeves, a crisp black, Chinese collar shirt, ripped blue jeans, gray sneakers, a shabby but neat beard...
My my, you dress well, don't you.?
Dapper
I couldn't resist, the way your innocently bemused eyes were searching for me in the crowd, the way your pupils dilated, every time you looked at someone and thought it was me. I lose myself when I look into those eyes, you make me feel so desired, like that night.
Your imperfections consume me.
As I write this my fingers feel weak.
Your ears are the most beautiful pair, I've ever seen, perfect in shape, and tasty too.
Haha.
I can't wait to feel that beard brush my cheeks as you approach, while I kiss those lips and fight with your tongue.
Temptation starts with the color of your skin, my tongue would make infinite circles on your throat and my lips would subtly maneuver on your collar bones.
You're so imperfect, but those few perfect features of yours, I'm melting already.

Yes, I was here during the whole event and observing you.
The immense happiness and contentment of admiring you and penning it down is similar to a still life painting.
I'm still looking for the story behind those depths I witness, or are your eyes naturally, so painfully beautiful.
I can't wait for you to unfold, but I can't take you along in my fold.

Those clamps, you're holding; kink - wasn't that the word.
Don't follow,
I'm warning you again
Once this forest catches fire,
Including us, everything we might swallow...

Not yet yours,
- Maya
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I sank into deep thoughts after reading this. I was curious now, more so bewildered.
What was this woman upto.?
We have never even met before.?
Is she some stalker, or maybe a psychopath.? But no, she seemed to be very intelligent.
I had to admit, I was actually amazed and all of it felt like an unreal dream.
I was so restless, as to what would the next meet unfold....
Not yet mine.. (smirks).
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