roxymoron

are you my boytoy?...can we meet in a crowded, dark bar and I can buy you a beer and as I bring it to you I can walk right up to you -like RIGHT up to you- the kinda of up to you where the nipples that are uninhibited because of the lack of bra are pushing through the shirt so that you can feel them brush against you as I hand you the glass? Does that mean that I can take my hand that was holding the beer, now lightly wet from the cold sweat of the glass, and tuck it just under your shirt making you have to stand still against the cold of of my palm so nobody would know I have my hand up your shirt? Does that mean that I can then curl my fingers and slide them just down under the waist of you pants to see what might be there while I continue to have a conversation with you? Or maybe that means that while I am standing there, right against you, that you can take your hand and slip it under my blouse following the curve of my waist and bringing the tips of your fingers to the front where you touch them against the bottom of my breast...following the full, round edge?