Drown

I was almost dressed when I noticed
his glances across the change room;
he caught me looking back
and teasingly towelled with a smirk.
Clueless and clothed I drank my water
nervously as he displayed every inch
of his handsome features;
massaging muscles, penis parading.
Flushed, I drank some more.
He stood next to me at the sinks
and coyly combed his hair.
Nervous, I gulped more water.

I trailed him as he walked
to his car parked outside
He suddenly turned
asked where I was going;
flustered I muttered something,
pretended to saunter off
to nonchalantly admire
architecture of nearby dumpster,
as he drove off
while my face burned

 


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