not with love, but lust and desire....

she was sitting exactly opposite me on the other side of the dimly lit 3rd floor of the library. she came in with two boys-probably her frnds, who were then sitting to her right each deeply in thought. she was wearing a sleeveless with a deep neck cut and her hair was let loose, a few strands of which kept falling over her face.
i saw the skin on the side of her neck and on her upper right arm, shining dully with the reflection of the dim-white light from the tube. And for the first time in my life i felt lust. I felt like touching the smooth bare skin with my fingers and run them up her neck and to her lips and kiss them. A kiss filled, not with love, but with lust and desire...................