Saphire (WIP)

Your eyes seduced me. Those liquid midnight pools of raw sex teased me every time I saw you. Yes, you’re not a beautiful woman and you could stand to lose a few pounds, but your eyes, oh those uncut sapphires, drew me more and more into you. Watching you day by day, casting your precious sight onto other people, other men, I couldn’t stand it. You only needed to look at me; I was the only one you should have ever turned those brilliant, lusty, tempting eyes upon.

I could have any woman I wanted. All of them, all of the women in your office watched me whenever I came to make a delivery. They eyed me up and down and wondered just how my long hair would feel on their bare skin, how my auburn strands would tickle them while I bore into them. You looked at me as well; I know you did. Oh, but you had to hid it from your lover didn’t you?

Yes, I knew perfectly well about him, that dumpy little slim ball you allowed to touch you. Were you thinking of me during your so-called ‘meetings’ at work?  Did you imagine his pudgy hands were mine? Did you use your eyes to seduce him like you did me? Did he happen upon you and your last lover like I did?

You two thought you were clever. Touching, kissing, moaning all over each other in empty hallways and meeting rooms. That first time I truly saw you, your unruly black curls slide up and down, up and down, against the wall he had you pinned against. Your unfocused eyes clung to me as he drove himself deeper into you. That raw, powerful pleasure oozed out from your eyes and washed me in lust. It was at that singular moment I made up my mind: you were mine.

But that waddling pile of obesity, he dared put his hands on you time after time when you were mine. Every time I saw the two of you, every single instance you smoothed your rumpled skirt or hastily wrestled your hair back into its clip, his life shortened. And every time you smiled and turned those midnight eyes on me, you became mine even more.