Revelations.
We sit on the old leather couch with our digits embraced, rubbing and squeezing the other's hands with the thrill of exploration. My mind's racing. I make cracks about the T.V., and she smiles that smile.
That damn smile.
My brain's pumping even harder now, pulling itself together long enough to tell me about that smile. She's happy. She wants to be on that old leather couch, holding my hands, tilting her head onto my shoulder. That's something I've never felt before.
Every move I make is complemented by the entangled grace of our limbs, nothing rejected. An angel of mercy. The perfect woman.
But it's time to bring her back to the heaven she fell from. I walk to the door with her, sharing an uneasy feeling. Uncertainty. We reach the front door and the pace slows down. We're moving slower, and slower, and her movements and body and smell and smile are all creeping into my brain, sedating my nerves. We impart our goodbyes, and hesitate. She moves forward, pulling me into her body like it's the only home she wants.
I can feel it. The desire.
I've never felt it before.
It's not a hug that says "thank you", or "see you soon", or "good bye".
It says it wants me.
It says it needs me.
It says "Hello".
That damn smile.
My brain's pumping even harder now, pulling itself together long enough to tell me about that smile. She's happy. She wants to be on that old leather couch, holding my hands, tilting her head onto my shoulder. That's something I've never felt before.
Every move I make is complemented by the entangled grace of our limbs, nothing rejected. An angel of mercy. The perfect woman.
But it's time to bring her back to the heaven she fell from. I walk to the door with her, sharing an uneasy feeling. Uncertainty. We reach the front door and the pace slows down. We're moving slower, and slower, and her movements and body and smell and smile are all creeping into my brain, sedating my nerves. We impart our goodbyes, and hesitate. She moves forward, pulling me into her body like it's the only home she wants.
I can feel it. The desire.
I've never felt it before.
It's not a hug that says "thank you", or "see you soon", or "good bye".
It says it wants me.
It says it needs me.
It says "Hello".