Feeling the cool breeze in my lungs, and the comfort of wearing jeans and a T-shirt as I walk through town is intoxicating. I feel alive for the first time in weeks. She only got back in town last night. I knew she would want a drink after work, and I knew where she would go for it.
She hadn't seen me, but I saw her hours ago, it already feels like it has been days, but every time I look down at my watch, I know it has only been a couple of hours.
The curve of her body is revealed every time the breeze blows, and her smooth black dress blows against her as the wind caresses her lithe body. Her heels clacked against the smooth pavement as she glided down the street. Her long brown hair, blowing in the wind like her dress, with her intense emerald eyes tucked behind those long thick lashes. Every man glances, and glances again as she walks by. My lust for her is overwhelming. It can no longer be denied.
I followed behind her at a short distance, keeping my presence hidden, as she walked along oblivious to her new shadow. It's getting late but still she walks past bus stop after bus stop towards her home, her haven. Only a few more blocks left to go before she reaches the staircase to her apartment.