I see you enter, you plummet down the prosecco, grab my chest, and then disappear into my yoga room.
I am astonished to observe your appearance.
Then I too cant down the glass, step on the mats and look at you.
"Okay, slut! You do not seem to talk much, but it does not matter, then we can carry this out here earlier, cxnt!" I smile to you.
I'm a little nervous, sweat easily, but that's the way it is before every fight.
I wipe my hands on the jeans skirt.
Surreptitiously I look over to you, consider what I already knew.
You are so damn attractive!
But that does not matter here and now, not in this room.
Now it's about winning this fight.
"Then the tramp shows the little girl where her place is!"