The Girl: Linda, I'm scared.
Me: Me too, but I don't listen to fear...I tackle that shit.
She wanted to, but didn't want me to. I wanted to, I had to. We wanted to undress each other, after all we've been through. I shouldn't be doing this, I thought, but that body, her lips; I want to run my hands all over her body. I know she wanted to, I had my mind reading GPS with me...I stored it up my ass.
I walked around the salacious room we had once anally stumbled upon. I took a step forward towards her, she took a step back away from me, but we got closer after each pace. Her breathing got deeper and faster, it must have been like Victoria Falls down there. It felt as if I took two viagra pills, and I've never had viagra...yet.
Time stood still, I sat down on a chair, brought her close to me and our lips met. It meant something. I brought her closer, and closer. I felt her body on me. It was magic, and before I could say anything of significance, she walked out the door, gone.
She didn't trust me...I wouldn't trust me. That was the hard truth. Sometimes the things that happen in the past affect the people you finally learn to care for in the long run.
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