Enigma 2
By Finn (a.k.a. J.S. Connolly)


Impishly I wore a grin the whole way home and
by the cocking of her eyebrow and the determined
twinkle in her eye it was apparent that the answer
she seeked would be hers before the new dawn.
Visions of how she might persuade me to divulge this
knowledge danced in my head deepening my grin and
increasing the arch of her brow as she watched me from
the corner of her eye. I followed my enigma like a child
would the moon up the steps of our brownstone apart-
ment, and fail miserably in keeping a small wicked
chuckle from escaping my lips. Long sleek legs suddenly
turned causing me to pause as her dark tresses and deep
blue eyes are enhanced by the light from a nearby post.
The effect of which causes her to appear a mischievous
angel as the light caresses her features as if drawn to
another source of beautiful energy and I let out a
gasp. Her full lips give me a smirk as she takes my
hand and leads me through the door. I gulp as I enter
feeling her eyes burning through me and attempt in
vain not to look at them. Yet just the heat of them
upon me envelops me to the point where I have no
choice. As I look up I see blue eyes gazing at me
intensely mere inches away and as I try to speak soft
warm lips cover my own and thoroughly explore them.
My tall sexy enigma drives me wild as she sucks my
bottom lip while running one slender hand through
my hair as the other caresses my hip and gently pulls
me closer.