He'd been watching her for months. All her windows held a warm glow that heightened his desire to be near her, that beautiful creature living across the street. Sometimes he got the feeling that she knew and played it up for him. He also sometimes got the feeling that spiders might come pouring out of his heat vents in droves, so yeah.

On his way home from work he stopped at the corner market to grab a six pack.  It was yoga night and he was eager. She would be home in an hour. He gave the house a quick tidy and sat down to read a couple chapters. His excitement mounted as the minutes ticked by.  When he saw her car pull into the driveway he set his book aside, cracked another cold one and waited.

It had been a long week and she was looking forward to unwinding with long, slow stretches and soothing music. She flipped the lights on as she came in the door, set her groceries on the counter and kicked off her shoes. 

Sorting all the items into their place was part of her process. Canned goods in the lazy susan, vegetables in the right drawer, fruits in the left, and dairy was always on the door. 

As Joy Division flowed from the speakers, she slipped into leggings and a tank top. Just stepping onto the soft foam of her mat relieved the stress of it all. She reached for the ceiling, feeling every muscle release in a warm surge of comfort.  Hands to the floor, she lowered herself into cobra and continued on with her regimen. 

He couldn't get enough of her. The floor length curtains framed her every move perfectly. She looked so soft from here, skin to touch, beyond a dream. The arc of her body when she moved and reached made him lightheaded with yearning. He imagined being with her; the way her hair would smell, the way she'd respond to his caress, the definition of her jaw as her head fell back in rapture. 

He loved her.  I knew it wasn't right.  It was creepy, and probably illegal, but hey.  He was my friend, so I told him:

"Go. Desire vagina, man. I gave. Rise, dog."