For months, we talked about the philosophies of sex, be it in the mind or body. Confessing our own sexcapades in the past with various lovers. Telling each other where we liked to be touched, what positions gave us pleasure.
I waited for you to make the move, even if a simple touch. Wearing the clothes that hugged what you found sexy about my body. I walked with confidence, swaying my hips as I took each step in front of you. Mentally I imagined being ravished by you, yet you didn’t accept my sexual invitation.
Your loss, someone’s gain.
