W is for Want

I stand in front of the television blocking your view and locking eyes as I start to lift my shirt.

What ever Lola wants

I get to the bottom of my bra so you can see the lace, smile and lower it again. I turn to pick up my wine glass and take a sip, licking the small drip with an evil grin.

Lola gets

Putting down the wine glass, I reach behind me and unhook my bra. I shimmy out of it without removing my shirt and toss it on your lap.

And little man little Lola wants you

I unbutton my shirt and let it slide down my arms and pool by my feet. Another sip and then the skirt gets unbuttoned.

I always get what I aim for

You start to get up to help things along and are quickly dismissed with a quick shake of the head. I slide the skirt down slowly and it lands on top of the shirt.

You’re no exception to the rule

Another slow sip, followed by an excruciatingly slow lick of my lips. I can see your pupils dilate as you watch.

I’m irresistible you fool

I slip out of my underwear and walk past you, dropping them over your face.

“Better hurry up…”

Title inspiration and italics are from Whatever Lola Wants by Sarah Vaughan