I do hope this email reaches you...
We have met before, but it was long ago and surely you don't remember. I watched you, admiring your beauty and grace, your accent attracting me, abstracting me, yet noting that your companions seem to relish your thoughts.
I couldn't help but notice your movements were feline, smooth as a panther. It struck me you must be a dancer, ballerina or some gifted athlete.
You were with others and I dare not intrude. I was fortunate enough to observe you leave the group momentarily, for a drink or some such thing. But, it did give me a chance, a moment, an opportunity to speak to you, share a moment, maybe to touch, perhaps to caress, yet knowing my ultimate goal would be to possess you.
Thus, I did eventually catch your eye, a mere moment before you ran into me, both of us instantly apologizing, but our eyes met and didn't waver. Your eyes held me, and I couldn't look elsewhere. I felt a slave of your gaze, and knew I would surrender my will to you if only you should ask. I tried to recover my senses, offering my name and you responded as well, but I felt as if I were reciting lines without control on the subject. We continued to chat for a few minutes but I knew my script was running out and I would lose you forever if I could not regain control of myself. I struggled with my thoughts to find some clever thing to say, but all my favorites escaped me.
Suddenly, I blurted out "Tell me your fantasy…". For a moment your eyes darkened and I thought I had lost you….
And then your eyebrows raised and you softly purred. You took my hand and clutching my arm with your other, led me off to the moonlit garden. Once there you turned and faced me, your lips mere inches from mine, "You want to know my fantasy?" I could only nod my head…
"I love to dance, and sometimes dancing when I am alone, I feel I have an invisible admirer watching me. I can't see him, yet I know he is there, watching me, seeing every movement, every step, every breath I take.