There he was, a total stranger who was watching me intently as if afraid I’d disappear completely if he dared blink his eyes. Just standing there, so dashing and sexy, daring to clothe me with those oh-so-nerve-wracking stares that made me feel totally naked. Through smoldering eyes, we engaged in a speechless conversation, drinking in the sight of each other.

              The frightening presence of broiling physical attraction between us was shamefully undeniable. My thoughts went up in flames, as his steady gaze uploaded tormenting erotic images, of just me and him, in my head. I realized then I was his for the taking if he so desired. I was irrevocably undone. No question about it.

             After what seemed like an eternity of evocative sexual advances, I could hardly breathe as I noticed him purposely taking lazy steps in my direction, wearing such a devastating smile that liquefied me within. I never thought it possible but his nearness wiped out every single sane thought from my head as he asked me in a sexy, husky voice, 

“May I have the honor of this dance?”

“No” was the only word my poor, nervous lips could verbalize.

And just like that, he was gone. Oh what a night… Damn.

From the Diaries of Joselyn, July 1993.