a beautiful fucking day

i like it. you're sexy.
you turn me on.

when you meet somebody for the first time - blind date.
possibly one of the most important things is to just be yourself.
i like it.
except we aren't entirely ourselves.
first of all we're blind
you're sexy.
second of all we're horny as hell because why on earth would we be on a blind date in the first place?
you turn me on.
the easiest thing; the simple thing, to do would be to
forget about inhibitions and just forget about clothes.
wouldn't it be so amazing
you are walking down the street and there is a slight breeze but you can feel the back of your shirt begin to stick in the middle, right above your hips - so it's already hot out.
let's say it's almost 10:00 am and you're going to get a coffee and you're not late for work or anything because actually today is your day off.
the wind picks up something just out of your line of sight and it's kind of burgundy or maroon or mostly it's the colour that makes you think, i like it.
the next time you look up it's only to hit the button at the crosswalk which you are now standing at - on the corner of whatever and whatever and it's a beautiful fucking day.
the next time you realize where you are you see this person; this flash of burgundy/maroon
waiting on the opposite side of the crosswalk.
and the light changes from orange hand to bright person in action and your foot twitches but you don't lift it because by the time you think you want to start walking there's no way you could pass up an opportunity like this
on a day
like this.
and in the hot air you hear, you're sexy.
nothing brushes past you because suddenly your hand is grabbed and lifted up over your head as in you are the champion, my friend.
and you're pushed up against the lightpole at the crosswalk and your lips are pressing up against lips but you're blind and you're hot and you're impossibly horny so you stop.
why because you don't know this person.
but you say, come back to my place so we can take our clothes off.
you turn me on.
have we become so immune to sensuality?
i'd like to think not.