My fingers massage your scalp, they work their way through your raven locks. XXX I was wrong. As my hands move up over your stomach to your chest, your dress follows. As I gently pull your hair you can feel me draw the tension from your body with each stroke. We are both starving; I ask where in the city you would like to have dinner. As you pass the cars stopped at the light, I see the men’s eyes as they realize the vision passing before them. I look at you smiling, asking “how is this my fault?” You look back at me as you say, “I was naked, and still nearly am, in the middle of Times Square; “clearly” this was your fault!” I pull you close, kissing you tenderly; I say “well if I MUST take you lingerie shopping” with a wicked smile on my face.
