This Was No Ordinary Walk Down In The Park...

I walked swiftly with the breeze tonight, watching my shadow grow taller then fall behind with each passing street light. I analyzed myself...I could see my curly bun with tendrils running wild with the wind, from there I noticed the outline of my big hoop earrings. I never wear big hoops but these past two days I haven't taken them off to save my life, I even gawked at the chiropracter this afternoon when he asked me to remove them. "Remove them?", I thought silently in my head, "and abandon the sexy vibe that it gives me and every man who walks past to see them sway and tangle with my hair?"
But I did take them out for fear of him noting of my craziness on that peice of paper he always writes on.
I saw my frame...oh how funny it looks in shadow that I laughed and worried that people passing in the hall way didn't perceive as I did. My love handles are absolutely out of control, and I wondered from there did my frame satisfy my boyfriend?

Maybe, and maybe not.

In my mind, I pictured him as he was last night. Eyes squeezed tight, lips help captive by his gripping teeth from satisfaction- atleast I could kinda tell then he was satisfied.
I pictured him touching me there, and there...and here. And soon that I-feel-quesy-in-a-good-way sensation tumbled in my stomach and I envisioned the two of us doing the same. As movie cliche as it seems my arousing thoughts were interrupted by some dumb fuck college guy beeping his horn at me while screaming, "Go Girl!"
(Hey atleast I was walking/jogging while that lathargic fuck was driving)

Things To Remember:
::I think I might choose sex as my cardiovascualr workout instead of serious distance walking::