Watch Me

Watch me prance from the bedroom to the kitchen in search of a glass of ice water while wearing nothing but black and white plaid boy shorts and a black spaghetti strap tank. Watch me reach above my head in a stretch that ends in a pirouette before bending to touch my toes. Watch me drink in long slow gulps, throat moving up and down with each swallow. Watch me as I move from room to room, appearing on different screens of glass for your enjoyment. Just don’t let anyone catch you watching.
Or I’ll have to put up curtains.

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