Flustered

When he walked in my body heat rose to the top of my head, and I felt warmth on the bottom of my feet. My mouth became dry and I broke out into a light sweat. I became shy, and my mind started wondering trying to keep my eyes off of him. I began to fidget with my lipstick that just so happen to be in my hand at the time that he walked in. I just finished applying a coat to my lips when I heard the bell to the cafe chime, alerting a customer, regular or new. I looked back and boy was he a looker, that night. Relaxed fit jeans, a windbreaker jacket, and his motorcycle helmet. I don't know what got me riled up more; his freshly shaven head, his full shaped up beard, or the fact that he drove his motorcycle here. He turned his head, and his full lips curved in a sly smile as he looked straight at me and said "Hello." Oh my Gosh. He sipped his coffee and watched me for what seemed like five minutes. I looked away. Looked back. He is still looking. I smile at him. He smiles back. He finishes his coffee, puts it on the counter. He looks at me intently. He nods his head at me to come to him. As if I'm under a hypnotic spell, I float towards him. He takes my hand we go towards the back lounge. There's a record playing in the background. Maxwell. Fistful of Tears. He draws me close and we start to dance. Real slow. I feel his hand on the small of my back and his fingers are kneading the small of my back. Oh my. I feel as though I am dreaming. His lips, moist and full are showering my neck with little kisses.I am his. He has earned every inch of me. Paid in full.....We sway to the music and......"Maam. We are closing". I wake up. Im sitting at the table of the cafe...Where I dozed off...What a dream.