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deck of cards, fool, funny, king of my soul, no face no name no number, sensuality, sexy, smart, waiting for my king
“Trust me, you don’t know what you want!”
“Oh, yes, I do! I want you! You’re funny, you’re smart, you’re sexy… I am crazy about you and the entire world could learn about that! I don’t care!!”
“Right!” the girl with chocolate eyes, looked at the man sitting in front of her and she started to smile.
“You are very persistent!”
“Yes, I am!” he replied with a smug look on his face, thinking probably that his answer would please her, would make her give in. Before he even had time to process that thought, she said:
“I don’t like that! It makes you look stupid!”
“Here…pick a card!” she said while still smiling at him. He looked at the deck of cards she was shuffling for quite a while now, then into her eyes and then smiling he picked one card.
“Don’t look at it! Show it to me!”
He did as requested. The moment he showed her his card, she started to smile even more than before. One minute of silence…short enough to give her the opportunity to touch his heart with her childish, smiley, but sensual look, and long enough to make him fussing on his chair, being tempted to check the card himself.
“I SAID don’t look at it!”
The tone of her voice crossed his entire body like a burning fire, making him feel insecure, but in a weird way aroused too… his heart beats increased, and in that moment, he felt a strange desire to touch his lips with his tongue as if he was very thirsty or something… she kept looking into his eyes, but she continued smiling. He couldn’t tell if an angel or a demon was hiding behind that smile, but he seemed not to be able to take his look away from it. The air was getting hot and heavy to breath. Without taking her eyes off his, she touched his right arm with the palm of her hand, slowly going down, pressing easy with her fingers against his very well-defined muscles. He was an attractive man. She stopped a second and then her hand continued its journey, going down until it reached the back of his palm and his fingers. She touched those softly. His hands were perfect. His skin was so masculine. She stopped smiling. Instead, her lips met one another…while still looking into his beautiful, blue eyes, she opened her mouth easy, she bitten her lower lip and started to smile again… that sensual gesture of hers made him smile too… she leaned her body a little bit closer to him, closer to his mouth, and then as if she was trying to feel the smell of his perfume, she rubbed gently her nose against his left chick. Her mouth reached his left ear. Feeling her breath in his ear, made him fidget in his chair. He wanted to touch her back with his right hand, to pull her closer to him, but he was still holding the card and her hand was on his. He decided then very fast to move his left hand, but before he had any chance to touch her back as intended, she said:
“FOOL! IT’S THE FOOL CARD!”
The sound of her loud voice came as a thunder in his ear, making him to get off his chair and take a step back while he was scratching his itchy ear.
She started to laugh, took a last sip of her red Martini and then she said:
“Sorry, dude… I don’t do FOOLS… just KINGS!” She smiled naughty and left.
The sky was blue. It was a nice, sunny day of November.
by Loveheimer