She walked in escorted by who they all thought was her suitor. In her blue dress that showed most of her back and was just a lil shy below her bum bum. Her six inched heels giving her that straight posture as she walked.
I came back to an excited clique. "What's this that I missed?" With his eyes and a show by his head, Henry pointed in the direction of this beautiful soul. "Wow!" Such beauty, that when I saw her I was starstruck in love. Breathless and enamored. The dimmed red and blue neon lights made her glowing skin look even more...what's the word for that! Edible?
We locked eyes for a good seven seconds which rather felt like an eternity. My heart raced. At that moment when time felt to have stood still, all I saw was her. She smiled and turned to her suitor, a well built tall and sorry to say, handsome guy. On a scale of one to ten, he was an eight and I was uuhhhmm...you guessed it right, a nine divided by three. I turned to my postponed liver cirrhosis, gave it a few sips and returned to serving my eyes some justice.
It was just a few hours to dawn. Yes, she was still full of energy and I wasn't going to let my two left feet stop me from enjoying that moment. Before long, we were all body on body dancing our asses off. Sorry, she was dancing...shaking like a tambourine and I was shaking my body trying to be synchronous to the rhythm.
A soft knock on the door. So soft I might have missed it. Another soft knock.
Opened the door to find her standing there, looking all glorious. Her hair, straightened. Her dress showing off all her smooth curves. That cleavage. My oh my. I gave her a quick scan then came back to awe at her cute small face. She had that cute small face that came with babies. Flawless.
"You gon' invite me in or what!"
Her smile did less of bringing me back from my world of fantasy.
"Oh! Come in come in please."
They say opportunity only knocks once on your door. It was my time to dance with the devil.
She had slipped a piece of paper, bearing her name and contact details, in my hand the night we met. Without the knowledge of her prince charming of course. This led to a chain of what others would call dates. But just as wheat is to chicken, so were the dates to this muchacha.
Tears had started flowing down her cheeks. I rushed for a napkin. She had her hands over her face, rubbing her eyes. I handed her a napkin. She wiped off her tears, smiled a little and said thank you. At this juncture, there was little or no space between us. A little awkwardness a little tension. Me looking into her eyes and her looking straight back into mine. She got closer, and closer, her eyes shifting focus from my eyes to my lips.
I couldn't resist no more. I had to feel her kiss. So I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her closer. All the space between us disappeared as we melted into each other. My heart leaped as the space between us lessened. My pulse, rushing...like raindrops in anticipation of her kiss. Then our lips met and I lost myself in her.
What had started of as some meal preparation had now turned to...well, you know what. It was like going upstream. Started all smooth and slow then graduated to what was close to a fight. A few buttons lost in the process. We had no time to clear the wet sink floor. I sat her on the onion peelings.
She held the back of my head, pulled me in and whispered in my ear, "your lust is burning my aching flesh. I'm yearning for you. The desire I feel for you consumes me. I want more."
Awaken by morning activity outside, I woke to what was nothing but an impression of someone having occupied that space beside me. Confirmed that everything was intact. On top of the dressing table was a note. On top of the note was my wedding ring. Oh shit!
"In my soul I let you swim. I let you in, you saw...experienced all the secrets of my universe. It was, real."
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