Play Me
Here we are, side by side, left to right, knees touching, no farther apart than the reach of each other's breath.
Into this moonlit quiet, this protected space, no one can intrude. No one can find this small pocket of placidity, where any turmoil is in the desire itself. You reach out, hands that are longer than mine, stronger than mine, seasoned by years of music, key, string, all the tools.
Tonight, willingly, I make myself into one of your tools. You reach for me, breast and belly. The instrument, trusting the player, maker of her music, closes her eyes.
Deb, Gorgeous as always, but
one your tools
Missing an of?
A little on the lighter side....
“Oh HELL no.”
“But it’s a team-building exercise. It will help us work together better!”
“There is no way in hell I’m climbing that ladder. Sorry.”
“Don’t you want a more effective department?”
“Not badly enough to risk my life, I don’t.”
“Aren’t you a team player?”
“I’ll ‘play’ on your ‘team,’ but that team is for WORKING. Not screwing around playing games.”
“It’s Staff Development Day, and this is required.”
“It’s against my religion. My god will not allow me to turn my back on people I never chose to spend my free time with.”
“Don’t you trust us?”
Hee, I think I've been to that same Staff Development gig, Jesse.
I'm not entirely sure what it says about my life that my first reaction to "trust" is to think of trust games, but there you go.
That was my first reaction too, Jesse.
(pokes head into thread to say Happy Birthday, deb! And to your DH as well)
Hee! Raquel, Nic's clinging to 49 for another hour. What a wuss. I've been 50 for a solid year.
