"C'mon Baby" It falls off her tongue, a want, an urgent plea that is almost musical, almost inspiring. She only meets my eyes briefly, I meet hers briefer still. If my embarrassment for her escapes she will become angry, she will hold me responsible. The one that she has cornered, her potential, may have time for second thoughts, he may leave her standing in the hot sun, left palm extended; frantic. She takes both hands to her breasts holding herself their, causing them to bounce erratically...

"C'mon Baby" It falls off her tongue, a want, an urgent plea that is almost musical, almost inspiring. She only meets my eyes briefly, I meet hers briefer still. If my embarrassment for her escapes she will become angry, she will hold me responsible. The one that she has cornered, her potential, may have time for second thoughts, he may leave her standing in the hot sun, left palm extended; frantic. She takes both hands to her breasts holding herself their, causing them to bounce erratically...