The Lawns of Attraction
by Sam Milbrath
Tonight is a hot summery evening, so we took the liberty of dining on the cool floors of my studio. Neither of us is wearing much beyond our undergarments. The straps of her black slip fall slowly off her warm skin as she thoughtlessly plays with her hair. She smiles at me coyly with her eyes. She knows that I will give her what she wants eventually, but I like to take my time with her. It becomes all too easy if it were any other way.
I take a sip of my deep red wine and stare at her past the stem of the glass. Swirling the flavours around in my mouth, I close my eyes and enjoy the moment of power. I don’t naturally gravitate toward playing games, but I realized that the balance had shifted in my favour. I place my glass on the white hardwood floors. She pouts and crawls closer. I give in a little by gently brushing her hair aside and kissing her collarbone with my wine glossed lips. Smiling slightly, she tilts her head back, until I pull away to reach for my fork on the floor.
I stab a piece of juicy red steak and swirl it around in the french dijon. The condiment blobs on my plate remind me of my palette. I think of a great painting that I have yet to realize in my mind. She is my muse. Yet, she is my greatest distraction. I think of how much time I’ve wasted in pleasing her. I panic over lost time. Chewing this steak seems to take a lifetime until I finally swallow it. I slam the rest of my wine in an attempt to wash away the bitter feeling.
I look at her. She seems momentarily concerned with my wandering thoughts that are written clearly across my brow. Shaking her curiousity, she reaches for her smokes. I’ve lost her attention. I grab my matches and give her fire. She looks old for a moment in the flames and then exhales, smiling. I say ‘I love you’ in my mind, but merely smile back.
For a brief moment in my distraction she wanted me. Now, hidden behind billows of slowly rising smoke, she has replaced her shield against me. She knows that I will give her what she wants eventually, but I like to take my time with her. It becomes all too easy if it were any other way.