I sit across the table from you drinking a glass of wine.

I listen to you with my ears as well as my heart.

I hear not only what you say, but what you try to hide.

I stroke the inner vein of your wrist tracing the vein up your arm.

I reach across and brush the hair from your eyes,

kissing you gently, lightly biting your neck.

I whisper in your ear that I want you.

You stiffen but don't pull away.

Your breathing quickens, your lips moisten and you shyly smile.

I write my name with my fingers on your wrist.

I tell you to give me your panties, that I don't want anything coming between us.

You pause then you reach under the tablecloth and remove them.

I take them and smile, smelling your scent on them feeling a dampness on them.

I pay the check and take your hand

and together we leave.