So many times you pass by me emitting a subtle scent of vulnerability. Your expensive perfume leaves an impression on my brain that lasts well after you’re gone. I thought about following the trail which would surely lead me to you but we have never met and to show up unannounced categorizes me as a stalker and that label is one I wouldn’t be worthy of.
I’m actually a really good guy. You know, one of the few who would take care of his responsibilities; One that pretty girls like you frequently pass by because I’m not an external bad-boy and my tattoos are not omnipresent. But what you fail to realize is that I can spark a dormant emotion. I can exacerbate nerve endings in places you were led to believe had no feeling. I can take you to the heights of Gotham City then bring you back home and tuck you in. I am everything you dream about and everything you fantasize of. All you need to do is pay close attention.
I know you believe in fairy tales and deep down in your heart you really want to be rescued on a white horse. The heavenly Prince Charming I can be and you can play the damsel in distress. This is one way to introduce red-light role playing but what I would really like to do is swing through your window during the onset of nightfall and introduce you to the Erotic Angel.
Yeah, I thought you would be!
Underneath this collared shirt and silk neck tie lies a black cloak of invincibility. An impenetrable suit of armor that shields my emotional state which is tested every time you whisk by. During the day it keeps my mojo in-tack but at night, when I strip down and don the mask, I resurrect the mystique of a superhero that yields a black cape, an all-purpose utility belt, a knotted rope and an intense imagination. I’m ever so anxious to help you channel your restless energy and guaranteed to reverse the effects of that 5hr energy drink.
What drives my “Richard” into this euphoric frenzy are the constant visions of those stilettos you wear and how it excensuates those long, sexy toned legs. I watch you from the shadows day after day and the way your hips sway East then West as if your backside is in a tug of war. Sometimes I wonder if you know I’m there because you turn around from time to time as if you’re seeking more than Susan but you can’t explain who you’re looking for.
If I tell you my name and introduce myself then it really defeats the purpose. Maybe you should just call me Mr. E. for now because I’m still a little apprehensive about how you’ll respond to the idea of entertaining a no-named midnight guest. I know deep down you would love the excitement of not knowing who your welcomed perpetrator would be but on the flip-side I understand what society has led you to believe. Perhaps I can heighten the allure by stating what happens behind closed doors and within confined spaces can remain there especially when anonymity is a key element. I truly consider this game to be one we could play for more than 9 ½ weeks, without you asking 1000 questions and me giving 500 answers.
Whether your fantasy includes exhibitionism or extreme conservatism, either way I would like for you to entertain the idea. No, I mean really engage yourself within the infinite possibilities. This evening, when you leave the office, go home and put on that form fitting black silk dress, pop the bottle of wine and allow the sensual music to encourage your desire and discourage your fears. Light those mauve-colored scented candles on your mantle because once I see the illuminated formation of your silhouette along with the open window I’ll know your answer. So, until then I’ll anxiously await for to you to push play, remove your left shoulder strap then slowly fall backwards….Don’t worry i promise to appear and catch you!
No Hocus Pocus!