The goal of this challenge is to write a short piece 
(169 words)...there are no rights, no wrongs, just 
fun.  To start you all off, here's mine.


I Watch...

I watch as he works – he doesn't know it, but I watch 
all the same.  

His fingers are so long, so slender, and his hands 
move so gracefully as he manipulates the instruments.  

I ache to feel those fingers against my skin, 
teasing, stroking, caressing, loving me.

His eyes are glowing, focused on the task in front of 
him, their expression intent.

Would that he would look at me with that focus; would 
that I could see that glowing intensity directed my 
way.

His body is fluid in its grace – long and lean and 
graceful.

I long to touch it, to savor the softness of his 
skin, to feel the heat of his body next to mine.

His hair is unruly, wild and ruffled, falling across 
his face.

I reach to brush the curls from his forehead, but my 
hand passes through him.  

He looks up...and doesn't see me.  He reaches out – 
nothing there.

I watch as he works, he doesn't know it, but I watch 
all the same.