The Game

Fifth floor walk-up, light is fading, lamp is lit, the curtains stay pulled back; loose-limbed and limber like a tiger set to spring she's geared up for the evening's entertainment. Hungry eyes in mirrored windows watching, palms sweaty and expectant. She's on her mettle, going through her game plan with a slow and sensual grace, puddling her garments and purring like a cat, her pulse is racing! The flutter of her heartbeat and the shortness of her breath betray the depth of her excitement. She draws the drapes, the game is done, yet her vanity still cries for validation.