Wednesday, 29 October 2008

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  The exception

  "There are certain people you just keep coming back to. She is right in front of you. You begin to wonder, could you find a better one compared to her? Now, she’s in question. And all at once, the crowd begins to sing, sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same. Maybe you want her. Maybe you need her. Maybe you started to compare to someone not there....Maybe you want it. Maybe you need it. Maybe it’s all you’re running from."

       She sat in the kitchen on the newly purchased barstools she swore she couldn't live without, staring at me from across the room, eyes burning and fixed on my own. When her index finger curled suggestively, beckoning me to her, I was but a puppet on a string, lured by some invisible force only she could tie around me. As I stepped within her reach, she outstretched her arms and placed her hands on either side of my waist, pulling me forward to rest snugly between her thighs. The wisps of flames in her eyes made my heart beat quicken within my chest, its pounding rhythm echoed in my ears like tribal drums. She talked softly about weekend plans and Sunday chores as her fingertips traced the skin of my lower back in swirling patterns that made her words hard to focus on. She grinned wickedly when she was done speaking, her hands lowering to cup my ass and pressing me even closer to her, filling up the last remaining inches between us. Soft lips kissed me slowly, teasingly, with just enough desire to keep me wanting. Her tongue slid gracefully over my bottom lip, asking for silent permission, which was never denied her, and I could feel her smile as a small moan passed between our lips. A voice from behind us stilled our actions, and I felt like I had been caught with my hand in the cookie jar before dinner. I turned to give the young girl an awkward smile as she was heading out, and the hands that cupped my face after the door shut were doing their best to quell the anxiety that was splattered across my features.
       "It just takes a little time," she said into the silence, and I believed her. She kissed me quickly, grabbing her keys off the counter and starting for the car, but she turned midway, walking slowly back to me, her head tilted slightly to the side and a gentle smile sitting on her lips. "I love you," she whispered.

       Later, my loves.

  

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