the morning has gold in its mouth
A slender swell of flesh under honey hued skin. I exhaled so slowly it sounded like a moan. The cinnamon danced in the early morning sunlight and drifted onto his upturned hand, looking like a dusting of gentle freckles. I caught my tongue between my teeth to subdue the urge to slowly slide it across his palm, and lick them off.
The curve of flesh at the base of his thumb ran in a seductive arc to the delicate bones of his wrist, and I needed to see his ink-black hairs laid against my skin. Watching his hands dance amongst the steam of the machine bewitched me more than a hundred flirtations ever could, and I wanted them in places I shouldn’t even be thinking about this early in the morning.
I have no idea about the rest of him. When he handed me my coffee, wound those mesmerising fingers around the silver coins, I never thought to look up.
I didn’t need to.
© bellmusker 2007
Comments
I think I know that guy…
Haha, can you send him around to my place?
that’s a great description of a cashier
Oh dear me…..just gorgeous :)
I’m very partial to the wrist….
I must not read this again while at work
I must not read this again while at work
I must not read this again while at work
I must not read this again while at work
I must not read this again while at work
Come on, you know you want to…..
I’m so pleased you share my desire – now we can wrist-gaze next time we’re out together! Oh, wait…that could get dangerous…..;-)
– bellmusker
that is hilarious…i wrote this just a month ago:
;I love my morning walks to work. A piece of calm before the storm.
Dayvan Cowboy by Boards of Canada moves me along whimsically this morning, lullabying through my broken ipod earpiece. A stomach and mind of yesterdays wine urges me on, begging for a roasted brown beaned release. Here’s my stop. The aromatic smell demands it so. Sitting at the bar, waiting for my soy latte to be poured by able hands…hands, hands…i’m stuck on the hands. Gaze moves up, my coffee boy. Yumm!! Morning treat supreme. Please take your time with the coffee…oh o.k., have a nice day!
I know I’ll be back tomorrow.
velvety kisses’
Jess, I love what you wrote! And I thought it was just me…..now I wonder how many women harbour intense desire for the beauty of a man’s hands. I really don’t think men are aware of this…how we watch intently, imagining just what those hands could do when laid upon our bodies……
But at least your gaze moved up!
– bellmusker
Dangerous Liaisons ;)
excellent stuff! lovely imagery
Oh so very nice!! The imagry of the cinnamon sifting down and the urge to lick it off. Wow!
A mans hands, so strong with the ability to give us the pleasure we desire…
even if it is just a cup of coffee. LOL
I like to touch the hands,as though I’m blind(obviously not practical concerning strangers!!)but I like to look at the mouth and that V.The V is probably my favourite zone.Shame it’s mostly covered :-l..I love this piece of writing.Beautifully descriptive and engrossing.
Thank you – it’s my fetish that’s engrossing, rather than my words! And god knows I spend so much time wrist-gazing, I’m glad I can describe them……but thank you, I appreciate your comments.
– bellmusker