I hear footsteps behind me
And feel my bottom clench, because his eyes
Are at the right height to look at
The place I 'think with'.
I wonder if he wishes too
That he could dare to wallop that place on the back of me.
Just one hard slap over my jeans
Hard enough to send me bending forward
Where with hands on the stair I would wait
To see if this stranger/hero
Would do it again?
Fantasy in a Dark Stairway
by meri
