'Let's start again' Competiton entry

'Let's start again...?'

She whispered, trailing her long fingers down my arm .
'Please...another drink...before you...' I gasp.
The plastic cup buckles under my grip spilling the chilled water over my shirt.
' Oh dear ' she purrs, gently pressing a paper towel on my chest.
' You are nervous...aren't you, I can tell its been a long time... since... you have...'
I nod a yes and watch her move towards the window and adjust a display of richly coloured tulips .
Shafts of sharp afternoon sun escape through the floral vase to light her up like an x-ray.
She stands transparent before me, every contour of her body from head to toe,the curves, the dips and peaks of flesh picked out in crisp detail.
She turns when I let out an involuntary sigh of pleasure and smiles.
I think she has done this on purpose.
To soften me up, she knows I am weak, easy game, putty in her hands, to do what she wishes without a struggle.
She glides behind me and holds my head.
'Relax, you're shaking ' she said, fingers combing through my hair.
She is reading my face, the scars, the lines and furrows that lead to nowhere, dead ends, cul-de- sacs of a life travelling in endless circles.
She must have noticed the twitch in my trousers, I blush as I try and adjust myself discreetly with a cough.
' You won't feel a thing, I promise...'
As she leans over I catch the smell of her body, I breath her in deep.
I secretly want to bottle her scent, a beautiful genie to release at will, to inhale at leisure.
'Only one little tooth to be removed...Ok...' she touches my hand as the drill buzzed.

'Lets start again... shall we?'