Don't Bite the Builder

He is arrogant, low class and rude – and I want him more than any man I have ever met. It’s not just his body I want – it’s his blood. And I can’t have that. I need to work with him, resist his intense eyes, his bulging muscles, his mouth-watering smell - resist it all. I just have to remind myself over and over, ‘don’t bite the builder, don’t bite the builder’ and I need to stop waiting, long-dead-heart in mouth, for his footsteps on the porch.