no strings attached

I wandered away today.
It was the first time, only because I actually had to build up the courage to do it.
I went my own way, catching other men's eyes...Saw how they lusted after me with every step I took.
And I loved the attention.
It's almost as if it were new to me...like I had never caught a man's eye before.
It was different.
Comforting.
Affirming.
Reassuring.
And much needed.

So as I venture off at this party I glance around, simply scoping out the scene.
And then, my eyes lay on you.
Gorgeous chocolate skin.
Fresh outfit.
Newly cut fade.
Perfect white smile.
Yea...that's you.
You turn around and for a split second, we lock eyes.
In this second I think my heart might burst through my chest and reach out to you saying "take me, please."
I want you.
I want to get inside of you.
I want to feel you out.
I want to explore you and find out what you are all about.
And surprisingly right now, im not even talking sexually.
I have locked eyes with a man I know is meant to be mine.
Baby, you should be mine.
You know it too.
I see it in your eyes as you give me the "damn that's the one" expression.
Yea it's me.
Come and get me.

I felt a jerk and turned around.
Sigh.
I have to go back now.
My absence is realized and unappreciated.
I see you jerk backwards as well.
Yea, your spouse is looking for you too.
We turn around and look back quickly for one last glance...watching our dream mate get away.
Heads hung down, we follow the strings back to our spouse's.
If only i didn't have these damn strings.
Ugh.
We are mates indeed but definitely not of the soul.
Not like the man I just met.
My dream mate.
The one I just let get away.
Sigh...
Maybe next time...
Maybe next time.