Playing Doctor in the Stairwell

Writing from a woman's point of view as a man has its pitfalls, but I like to try.

     I stepped out from my  apartment and walked barefoot to the the stairwell landing where Jim was reading Annie Proulx halfheartedly and tapping his feet. On tipped toes, I rubbed his stubbled head and covered his eyes. 

"Breakfast?"

     He turned his face to mine and asked if I meant basketball or real doctor when I called him Doctor J during sex last night. I paused, pinching my lip and thought about him fat fingering the hook on my bra for a full minute before I rescued him from his covert fumblings.

"Basketball,"

     He shook his head and returned to his book.

"I'll get my shoes."

Author's Note

Just some utter wackery, one from the Archives.

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

this snippet turns a smile...but not a woman's point of view...definitely a mans point but a womanly wit about it! I still consider you multi-versed :P

[Coyote Poetry]

Very tale written. Make me smile. Playing Doctor can be fun. Thank you Crowley for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[sette]

ok from a woman's point of view it seems it is a little bit lacking in sweetness women are known for that but still the emotions are evidently displayed in the poem