Tinder Dates

She was finally here.

I watched her set foot on the carpet, red stilettos sinking in ever so slightly.

The lace hem of her skirt brushed against the skin on her thighs as she walked over.

I willed it to hike up - even a little bit, but to no avail.

She sat across me. I noticed the colour in her cheeks.

They were plump, growing even plumper when she gave me that smile.

I followed the flesh in her face as it rolled up and down her forehead, twitched when she laughed and creased as she blinked, but nothing could avert my eyes from those cheeks.

Ripe and rich and soft, but to the perfect extent firm.

Almost good enough to bite into.