by Torri

I don't do bars . . . so, when I walked into this place . . . my
expectations . . . they were few. Thought I'd get my dance
on . . . do a tequila shot or three
. . . and go home

. . . I saw you sitting here . . . alone . . . and I do like the way
that skirt rides up on your thigh . . . the way it hugs your ass
when you cross your legs . . . exposing long . . . shapely . . .
limbs, that extend up to . . . heaven?

Understand, I'm not one to waste my time or my words . . . so I
hope you appreciate my honesty . . .

Excuse me?
. . . I didn't ask for your name . . . I don't need to know
your name.
Pardon me?
. . . you didn't get my name 'cause I didn't give it to you. It's
irrelevant and I don't want or need your number an' I'm not
givin' you mine . . . I just wanna fuck you . . .

. . . you look . . . shocked. Have I offended? Forgive my being
. . . so forward, but I'm not one to waste my words or my time

I saw you sitting here alone . . . fine as hell, and I'm truly likin'
the way your breast . . . rise and fall beneath that . . . sheer
silk blouse . . . damn, you look good

I don't want to know, nor do I care what you do for a living . . .
don't wanna hear about degrees you have or have not
. . . don't care what books you've read or what movies you've
seen . . . I just wanna stroke that ass . . . caress your breast
. . . your . . . I just wanna fuck you . . .

Is that surprise I see on your pretty face . . . are you disgusted?
Please forgive my bluntness . . . I simply care not to waste
my words or my time . . .
I saw you sitting here . . . alone . . . with those big . . . beautiful
eyes . . . those full . . . burgundy painted lips
. . . I like the way your locks brush your shoulder . . . your back.
You smell . . . so good . . .

What?
No . . . don't wanna know how you spend your free time . . .
don't wanna wine and dine you . . . don't want you to wine
and dine me
Jus' wanna kiss you . . . feel your tongue in my throat . . . mine
in yours . . . kiss your navel . . . your inner thighs . . .
your . . .
may I
. . . fuck you?

You seem a little agitated . . . are you . . . aroused? I am.
Will you forgive a sista for speakin' true . . . I just don't want to
waste my time or my words . . .

You were sitting here . . . alone . . . wearin' the hell out of those
pumps . . .

Hold up . . . I ain't interested in your dreams or your aspirations
. . . and I don't want to hear about past loves . . . don't care
what kind of music you listen to . . . I couldn't care less what
sign you were born under . . . 'cause hell . . . I ain't tryin' to
get to know you . . . don't care if I ever see you again after
tonight. Let me explore your body, inside and out . . . feel
you rake those pretty acrylics across my back . . . make you
cum . . . I just wanna . . . fuck you

You look a little conflicted . . . are you . . . curious? I am.
'scuse a sista for speaking her mind . . . but let's not waste our
time or our words . . .

You see . . . I don't want to know what your favorite color is . . .
'cause there will be no cute little color-coordinated tokens of
affection exchanged.
Do you . . . talk . . . sing . . .scream . . . or mumble incoherent
phrases and exclamations when you fuck? Or do you sigh
and moan and make those exotic animal noises?
I don't care if you love your mother . . .
don't care if she loves you.
Do you like it slo' an' easy . . . or do you like it straight up jungle
monkey love . . . 'cause I aim to please . . . may I fuck you?

You appear somewhat . . . perplexed . . . are you intrigued?
I am.
So, I'm sure you'll forgive my boldness . . . as I said before . . . I
ain't down for frivolous waste of time or words.

You were sitting here alone . . . watching me want you . . .
knowing that I want you . . . so let's cut the bullshit . . . let's
forgo the small talk . . . avoid the emotional clutter . . . cut
straight to the chase . . .
Ah . . . there you go . . . take my hand and we'll take our leave

. . . and after tonight, if we should see each other again we'll nod
. . . smile and say hello . . . and with no strings . . . no
baggage . . . and no heartaches, we'll continue on our
separate ways with our separate lives.
Still strangers . . . we'll remember the night we shared . . . we'll
remember the night we simply . . . fucked.


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