***written for the draw: “I never miss a chance to have sex or appear on Television” - Gore Vidal (1925)***
A Moment Ruined
From the floor I can see the flicker of the television in your eyes. I stare at you sitting in the chair, and you are completely oblivious to me. My gaze never breaks, yet you stare mindlessly into the tube… fixated. Crawling on all fours, I make my way over to you. You don’t even flinch as I rest my chin on your knee.
Wow, what is so awe-inspiring that you don’t notice me here? My head practically in your lap, awaiting your command like an obedient dog. The strange buzz of the speakers drone on and I never lose my focus on you. My gaze travels from your eyes, down your chest, and to the button at the top of your jeans… wetting my lips, my head dances with visions of you. Would you even notice if I unbuttoned them? Would you be so numb to my touch that you wouldn’t feel my hand slide up your thigh, across your flaccid friend, to undo your zipper? Would my hand be inviting… or my soft lips… or my warm tongue? Would you allow me to take all of you for my own?
I guess you’ll never know. The look on your face resembles that of a wax replica, as you stare into that box. I stand up and mouth “goodnight,” walk quietly out of the room, and take refuge under my covers. Into my dreams I head, where I will be welcomed with open arms, unbreakable glances, and be the center of attention… someone else’s “movie star”.
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