Stealing Your Boyfriend

The heat between us was palpable as I watched you dance suggestively on the crowded bar, your body glistening with sweat under the neon strobe lights. I couldn't take my eyes off you, even if I tried. The thin straps of your little black dress were slipping off your shoulders, teasing me with flashes of smooth, toned skin. I knew you didn't belong to me - but that didn't stop me from wanting you. And when you looked at me, your lips parted in a smile that said,"Come and get it," I couldn't resist. With a mix of bravado and lust, I left my drink unattended and made my way towards you.