
Art: Caity Tobias (via flickr.com)
From the window, she memorized his ripped muscles, honey skin,
And gritty determination to break ground
Houses didn’t get built in a day
Land needed to be cleared
Sewer piped
Foundations laid
Electricity, heating inserted
This stranger creating her dream cottage
With sweat staining his t-shirt
Would need rest and fortification,
Distraction
He bossed his crew around, half father, half dictator
That turned her on too
Plus the stone set of his jaw when he barked orders
She had use for that
In another life, she had taken her grandmother’s advice to avoid men like this
Rugged, good-looking, independent, bow-to-no-one types,
And set her sights on quiet, bookish men who craved family and forevers,
But now she wanted just moments in a room she could see through
with this stranger whose body she had memorized
He was either going to agree or not
She was either going to be a free woman or a mouse
Opening the door with an uncomplicated smile,
She took him a tall glass of iced tea
So well done.
Thanks – appreciate you!
Nice write up, good read
Thanks!
You’re gladly welcome
oh dear 😉