By SheelaR

Is it too early to be in-love with some other woman’s husband? It’s too late, I already am. He’s the perfect shade of brown; tall, well-groomed, well-dressed and I’d be willing to bet that he smells devine. Even his socks are perfect. There is nothing more beautiful than a man in a perfect fitting suit. It’s tailored, I can always tell.

It is as though he just stepped off of the pages of a magazine. I’m typing feverishly to avoid the awkward eye contact we keep making. Something in me wishes I were wearing a dress today. I’d give him leg…just because I know he’d look.

It’s funny how our eyes keep finding each other, which results in the both of us looking away quickly. We don’t want anyone to catch us staring at each other. I think we’re both enjoying the view. I can’t get over how his facial hair is perfectly trimmed, as if it has been painted on his beautiful brown face. A part of me wouldn’t mind the side of my face brushing up against his. I closed my eyes briefly to imagine how that would feel.

The old me, would have flirted heavily by now. The new me is learning to respect boundaries, but I am still a hot blooded woman. I enjoy looking at beautiful men. I can’t change what’s deep inside of me, but I’ve learned to control it.

We’ve made our way into the dinning area where breakfast is being served and I’ve managed to maneuver myself into a spot at his table, in the chair directly across from him. I don’t want the staring to end, because it is good for my soul. “Whatever is good for your soul, do that.” I’ve been coy long enough. It is time to strike up a conversation to satisfy this attraction from afar.

If I could… I would say to him… It doesn’t matter where you get your appetite, just as long as you eat at home.