The Moment

I just wish we could have the moment. You know that moment. That evanescent bit to do the entire "My name is Zahra, nice to meet you", leading to destination somewhere. I just wish we could have the moment where I pretend to be sole enchantress with soft tassels in my hair and a strong leash in my hand.

I just wish we could have the moment where you exasperatingly scoff, "So, is there anything else I should know?" and I throw a lewd "You want to know, don’t you?" before going down on you.

I just wish we could have the moment where you inquire, "How many men have you had to forget?", and I repartee, "As many as the women you remember." I just wish we could have the moment where even if you don't cut through my vanity and I don't cut through yours, we nevertheless bask in the richness of a battle fought hard and on equal footing.

I just wish we could have the moment where every insane passion I seek and all the tremendous patience you need, somehow fit together like Jack and coke. I just wish we could have the moment where you uncover how bashful I truly am and I realize how coy you really are.

I just wish we could have the moment where the games we deny playing become easier to decipher, and where every toss is a simple yes or no and nothing less. I just wish we could have the moment, the moment that hasn't happened yet.

Fuck! What a temptation you are. The kinds where I want to spend afternoons rebuking myself for giving in, and evenings amply repenting in your bed or wherever else you wish. Those mindscapes where neither care nor craft of day invade, and where only strategies of trying to win you over and over again prevail. This lady's not dangerous if you know how to handle her.