The sound was unmistakable to Xavier, who sat on the edge on the bed, in some dodgy motel, somewhere east of Chicago. Denim falling to the cold floor and the brief tinkle of buttons that collapsed. The soft skin of a foot that slid past the fallen clothes. It didn’t really make a sound, but with his eyes closed it happened in slo-mo for Xavier, the image caressing his mind like playful lips gently landing on his. The half-opened door was more an invitation than a sense of privacy, the soft exhale - brief moments after the shower sent its first drops onto her body - made him stand up and gently push open the door.

Steam from the hot shower danced around her naked body, obscuring her, before moving outwards and swirling towards Xavier as if it tried to catch him in the moment. She noticed his stare and pulled her own her hair, pushing her breasts forward, before throwing him a seductive smile. She then pulled the blurry shower curtain tight around her body and twirled around with a playful giggle, enticing him to come closer.

Stepping forward, he felt the water bounce of her body onto his. The mist of the warm waters embraced them, while Xavier brought his hand up and...

He waved, waved. And waved. Until people saw him.

"So, here we are. Having attention, because those who have not, are not here.

Now, why are those left here? Because revealing is sexy, it invokes interest… invites for participation. Transparency could as well, but most likely it will be briefly. It’s a practicality, but hardly a pleasure. Destination is scarcely sexy, travel is. Let’s go trippin’ together, shall we?

I’m a man of little significance, my life void of adventures, consuming the tales of others. Knowledge is not my friend, but assumption is my buddy. Reflecting on the past, peace rained down but recently war blossomed after prolonged winter.

When one carefully looks around, people might find hints of why chaos erupted, but for the many, truth is wrapped in uncertainty and the future is clouded by doubt."

If war is not an accident.
If chaos knows reason.
If dirty is there.
If it is real.
If she is confident.
If she is on the dancefloor.

Wouldn’t she gasp? Moan?
Wouldn’t she invite?
Wouldn’t she want us to move from doubt and temptation, into participation?
Wouldn’t she want us there with her?

For us, together, to enjoy. Secrets and assumptions.
Play. For revealing is sexy.

Some of the sexiest spoken word that my sexy little ears have heard. MMMMMMmmmm MMM!